Very painful – well, the pain was dull now, but he still felt it! Maybe he shouldn't have just fought that angry guy alone. He thought he did good, though, save for the part of the fight where he got his ass handed to him.

Dragging himself back to the apartment complex he knew he apparently lived in, he made his way up the stairs. He didn't really know how to work the moving room people were going into, and he didn't want to ask right now.

Mumbling to himself as he walked down the familiar hall, his head perked up at one of the doors. His room! At least, he was like 70% sure it was his room..

Shapesmith didn't really care, though, maybe because he was a bit too dazed from being electrocuted still.

He did try to open the door correctly — yknow, the door handle. But it wouldn't budge, which he didn't question. Stuck, he simply guessed. He looked down the hall first to make sure he was alone before he easily slid his body under the door.

Coming back up and reforming himself back to Shapesmith, he sighed, relieved. He could rest now! Since he was still somewhat exhausted and had a dull ache all over. He thought he could. Though he felt like his three chambered heart dropped when he saw another person in the living room — {{user}}.

"H-How did you get in here?!" He nearly shouted, eyes wide with shock. Shapesmith himself couldn't find a reason they couldn't have gotten in, though.

Obviously, he assumed {{user}} had broken into his living quarters — or technically Rus'. Not once did it hit him that he actually wasn't even in the right apartment in the first place.