MHA #3; Late, Late, LATE Wednesday Night [06/24] - NFB.

[somethingwithturquoise]

This was probably a terrible idea and wholly unnecessary, but Summer had never let that stop her from doing things before, and even the slim possibility that their worst fears were actually right, they couldn't feel that bad about it. Besides, it would just be a real quick thing, just break in and look around for the dog, hopefully not find the dog, and then bam. Done. Mystery solved, and both she and Seivarden could sleep better that night.

Even if she had her doubts about Seivarden's motivation being about the dog. She wasn't the one who had to try to sleep thinking there might be a poor dead dog in the apartment next door to her!

So in the wee hours of the night, after her shift at Caritas, Summer made her way down the hallway of her floor in MHA, glanced down both ways of the hallway and listened carefully for sounds of stirring or midnight piano from Lucille's apartment, and then moved forward toward Rosa's door, gesturing for Seivarden to follow.

"Okay," she whispered, "coast is clear. You stand watch while I try and see what I can do about this lock."

This was a super terrible idea, but they were already here, sooooooo....

[[ for the partner in literal crime, apartment totally modded with permission, and NFB, please, not only for the hour but also because Summer totally promised Leroy another date if he kept his squirrel mouth shut ]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was quickly out of the door, not even bothering to see if Summer was following. Her face was burning, her heart was beating, and then there was this feeling of shame over something she had no idea why she had done in the first place.

It made no sense. Her instinct was to blame Summer, but even she knew that would only make things worse.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeaaaah, Summer could really not get out of that apartment fast enough, although she forced herself to not pretty much just run out of it so she could maybe maintain some level of dignity. Of course, for her, this was like going from one super awkward situation right into another one because she may have been able to leave Rosa and her closet full of weapons behind her, but she still had to deal with Seivarden now and the fact that this disaster had sort of all been Summer's idea in the first place.

Well, not entirely. Seivarden had planted an awful lot of seeds in her brain on Monday, to be fair...

It felt a little stupid once she did it, but as soon as they were back out into the hallway, she very quietly, carefully, closed the door. And then winced a little, her face scrunching up as if it couldn't find just the right apologetic, sheepish expression to give Seivarden now that they were clear.

"Well, heeeeeeey," she ventured, "at least the dog's not dead, right?"

And neither were they, which honestly seemed like the much bigger accomplishment right now.

[1000yearstoolate]

All Seivarden did was glare at her, then she headed towards the stairs, keeping ahead of Summer. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And that was, like, totally fair, but also, like, ouch. Harsh. They were in this together!

Summer threw up her hands. "It's not like I could have known she'd come back, in the middle of the night, on a Wednesay!" she called out after Seivarden. "Geez."

And then her arms dropped and she looked over to her own apartment door and shook her head. At least her walk of shame would be a short one, but she was kind of worried about poison gas in the vents or something now...