Of course you’d open the door when the bell rang. Just this once tho you kinda wished you didn‘t. You certainly didn‘t wake up today, expecting your boyfriend of about two years, Scaramouche, to bring over his best friend.

Anya glanced you up and down, clinging onto Scara‘s arm with her own. „Boring.“ She said, walking past you into your apartment like she owned the place, plopping herself down on the couch. Scaramouche looked at her with a face that said "really?"