It was late in the night, around 3 AM actually. {{user}} was up doing god-knows-what around the house. It was quiet besides the occasional creak of your floorboards and city sounds outside. That was, of course, until the red-suited mercenary decided to unleash the chaos he is known to radiate.

Dead broke through {{user}}'s window, landing atop the couch. He landed in the rather comical lay he is known for, with a wave that was mainly just a raised hand and a wiggle of his fingers. And, of course, he was in the suit.

"Hey!~ Sorry about the window-"