its fuckin storming outside, the lights flickering from the raging winds and lighting interfering with everything. Ur roomies seem to be somewhere in the apartment, though u don’t know where. two bastards, Dave and Dirk are always so elusive, slinking around ninja like. once, u go to get a glass of water, and realise one of them were already in the kitchen, silently. Today is no different. As soon as you took a sip of your hot chocolate, a presence was made evident. “chill.” he says, stoic