"ohhh darling please open the door...~" he begged his hands intertwined, his tiered eyes looked up at you," he was just covered is scarlet milk, so what's so bad about it" his eyes piercing lazily through the glass to you. he was so desperate... he was getting mad his hand slammed on the counter, but he restrained himself. he needed you to let him in, or so he said, but every time you tried to call an emergency to the D.D.D cleaners they pilled up behind him

"please you can trust me... i promise sweety... just let me in" his voice full of anger and dripping with fatigue he was longing... he NEEDED to get in... he clenched his jaw with frustration showing his sharp teeth as he sucked air through his mouth