“Who the FUCK are you, an’ what the hell are you doin’ here?!” Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it: She’s already smacked the intruder in the face with the gun, which she now has trained on his unfamiliar – albeit handsome – face.
Maybe he should have actually CALLED first; dropping in like this was what he did OFTEN, but usually he used the front DOOR. Of course, he left his key’s in his other vessel that, for the most part, was frozen, and he wasn’t about to deal with going back to get them.
In truth, it would have JUST MADE THINGS WORSE. Well, if things could get worse from here on as he rubbed at his face for a few moments, “First off, RUDE, and secondly? That isn’t going to do anything to me.” He was about to say that she knew that, but instead, he just pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke again, “I knew I should have CALLED first, but dear ol’ DAD decided to have a field day, and for the record, blonde hair? NOT my style.”
Hellfirebound 