Sorry, sweetheart. . . I'm not that kind of cat. You'd be better off searching for the Black Cat or something if you're interested in 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 type.
I keep my hands to myself. Not very 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝒀. Unless I really like you.
With her head already pounding, it was a little difficult to hear anything other than the blood rushing through her head and ears. So when a voice sounded, albeit quite muffled, her ears perked. Silver-gray eyes fluttered open, trying to push the tiredness from them. &&
Returning home from another day @ SDN leaves their legal advisor a tad bit irritated as he quickly loosens his tie right after dropping his keys and walking cane at the counter, before suddenly……he heard another heartbeat.
His calloused hands immediately searched the front~>
". . . I think you're in the wrong apartment." She answered through a mumble, turning to lie further into the water. She couldn't be bothered to fact-check. Clearly. . . The pain was too unbearable to care about anything else.
"Room 223. . . Lillian Mercer." &&
Clearly, that irritated her. Raising a hand to flag her innocence and sense of urgency to leave, Lily gently dipped past the other woman.
"Had a really bad day. Always have bad days, but you get used to being let down after a while if your life's like mine."
All she could manage was to stifle a laugh at the idea that she was working for Oscorp.
"Hell no." She answered instantly, shaking her head as droplets quickly dripped from the tips of her hair.
"Not a stalker, unless you give me a reason to tail after you. &&
Not fully exposed, but not far from it...As the other woman stood, Honey shuffled backward until the cool hand of the wall chilled her back. She'd ignore the goosebumps in favor of continuing to cover her body. The bee's head followed the intruder like a vigilant owl's.
"Look, it was really an accident. There was no deeper meaning behind it. I expected we'd have different keys, but I guess there's a false sense of security in this building, which is just wonderful to know." &&
leaning against the lip of the tub.
". . .Pardon me. I thought this was my room. Think I hit my head a little too hard." She explained, tugging her legs from the tub to slosh onto the floor with wet socks.
". . . I can uh. . . Clean up if you'd like. Sorry."
A random voice in what she assumed was her own home wasn't exactly expected. Especially not in this specific scenario.
Lillian's head shot upright, eyes widening in an instant, suddenly searching over the 'intruder'. &&
Finding a stanger in her home, and in the warm bath she'd run for herself, was quite a shock. Honey Bee's fingers clutched her towel, her only form of defense, as though it were an actual shield. It could only protect the most delicate part of her bare body.
"Whoa-! Hey!!"
Her lips parted briefly while she took in her surroundings. And the pieces began finally settling together. . . What was this girl's obsession with cute bee-themed items. . . ?
Finally, she sighed, trained arms pulling her tired body from &&
How very kind to lend her a few moments of grace. . .
Because once she steps out, the shock settles in once the 'familiar' apartment is suddenly not so familiar.
Talk about awkward.
And her trailing towards the door in silence is just about as awkward too.