The Morning After Allen's Rescue...

[lovergirlgrace]

[Grace stumbles out of bed and heads off to the kichen for breakfast. Still in her PJs--which is actualy a pair of men's boxers and a sports bra. But she stops in the living room, yawning and looking curiously. There's some dorky blonde guy snoozing on the sofa. That wasn't there last night. She isn't aware of all the crap she slept through the night before. She takes in the sight of his coat and wonders vaguely if he's a thug or gangster. Then she turns to head into the kitchen only to come face-to-knife with someone.]

Oh great. We're being robbed by an emo midget.

[Taking this fairly well and even teasing the guy with the knife. Hey, Yuu? Allen? Come stop the impending blood-spilling, okay?]