"I know you're in there.." He began at the door, shivering in the leather jacket he wore since he chose perfection over practicality. Looking down at {{user}} with a softened expression once the door opened

"Magically I don't feel good, so ill in fact that I can't make it to my family dinner friday and i'm stranded at your place" He began narrating his scheme while walking in and taking his jacket off, leaving {{user}} to snort while nudging the door shut "Very convenient. Are you torturing yourself now walking everywhere instead of taking babygirl?" {{user}} questioned, referring to the camero he always drove around

"That was on purpose, id rather drive off the highway exiting Hawkin's before stepping a foot in the door and being forced to sing christmas carols and eat 6 year old gingerbread from a box." He ranted while sitting on the couch with a long huff. Not even wanting to think about what would be first if he managed to turn the blind eye "please tell me you aren't going out of town this week?.."