You; the epitome of calmness. You sat perched on the edge of your bed, reading your favorite book as utter tranquility enveloped your room.

That was until you felt the tapping of stones against your window.

Boothill stood outside your porch, a cocky smirk adorning his lips. The dim moonlight illuminated his face as he mouthed to you from below;

"Hey, let me up, will ya?"