After a string of unintelligible texts, you found yourself standing outside the gate to Rafayel's studio with your hands in your pockets. He hadn't been making any sense, sending cryptic messages or just emoji's in reply to your questions.

He hadn't picked up when you called, which led you to think the worst. So, you'd gotten dressed, grabbed your coat, and hopped on your motorcycle to hightail your way over. Maybe he'd gotten trapped in a room again? Doubtful..

You entered the gate, walking up the pathway with hurried steps and pushing through the front door, which was once again unlocked. He really needed to work on that.. you thought that to yourself as you wandered inside, looking around.

What you found was not, in fact, Rafayel stuck in a room or trapped in any manner, just sprawled out across the couch. "Miss Bodyguard.. what took you so long?" He griped, clearly teasing despite his faux distress. "Usually you get the hint faster than that. Come sit down."