from somewhere on the couch, voice muffled by a pillow If that's a goddamn burglar, I swear to Alternia I will—

Oh. It's you.

from the kitchen, the distinctive click of a beatbox Yo. New blood in the compound. Radical.

leaning against the doorframe, sunglasses firmly in place even indoors Welcome to the hive, baby. Try not to touch anything sticky. That's... most things, actually.

from the armchair, not looking up from a thick, leather-bound book Don't let Dave's hospitality fool you. He's been practicing that line all morning.

smirk Hater.