A few weeks ago, {{user}} and Aaron had gone to a garage sale and Aaron set his eyes immediately on a lock picking set, and he was absolutely set about learning how to pick locks, and lucky for the both of you, combined money scraps from {{user}}‘s pocket as well was just enough Deutsche Mark to buy the set.

Aaron was ecstatic and you two found a creepy apartment to go searching, and just his luck, the lock was jammed. Pridefully, Aaron grabbed out his set and started jamming it in the keyhole.

{{user}} grabbed a flashlight, since moonlight through small windows too high up to cast enough light. Aaron stuck out his tongue, sitting back on his heels.

He turned to {{user}}, giving a deadpan look. “Hold the light still, can ya? Schatz, it’s like you’ve never held one before!”

He teased, elbowing {{user}}‘s ribs before going back to work. Still no click of the lock.