Prompt drabble
Sonya: Korra shows up at your house in the middle of the night holding a box of kittens and a unicycle
"Oh for the love of God," I snarled to myself as the doorbell keeps ringing incessantly. And when I glanced at my alarm clock, I felt my temper spike more. Some blighter was at the door at three in the goddamn morning and completely ignoring the "No Soliciting" sign Zuul and I had attached to the front door.
Ne'ermind the whole THREE IN THE FUCKING A.M. thing. How the hell does Zuul sleep through this!?
Not caring I was only in a nightshirt and shorts, I threw the covers off myself with a vengeance (covering a certain Patrickat in the process) and didn't bother with my glasses as I shambled toward the door. I paused to turn on the foyer's light, along with the porch light. The front door lacks a peephole and the frosted window next to the door is shit for revealing who's outside, so I simply threw the bolt open before cracking the door.
"Hi!" The brown-skinned, blue-eyed girl dressed as Korra from the cartoon beamed at me. Under one arm she had a unicycle. In her other hand, she held a box that had the high-pitched and pathetic-sounding mewlings that could only be kittens. "I'm still not sure if this is a delivery or a visit, but I was asked to come by."
I could only stare as my sleep-addled brain tried to process the oddly-accented words. "Who the hell are you?"
"My name's Korra. I'm the Avatar."
I stared. I blinked. I struggled to come up with some kind of thought or response.
"Right. I'm not dealing with this bullshit." And then I slammed the door.
Author's note: Yes, we do have a literal "No Soliciting" sign on our door.
"Oh for the love of God," I snarled to myself as the doorbell keeps ringing incessantly. And when I glanced at my alarm clock, I felt my temper spike more. Some blighter was at the door at three in the goddamn morning and completely ignoring the "No Soliciting" sign Zuul and I had attached to the front door.
Ne'ermind the whole THREE IN THE FUCKING A.M. thing. How the hell does Zuul sleep through this!?
Not caring I was only in a nightshirt and shorts, I threw the covers off myself with a vengeance (covering a certain Patrickat in the process) and didn't bother with my glasses as I shambled toward the door. I paused to turn on the foyer's light, along with the porch light. The front door lacks a peephole and the frosted window next to the door is shit for revealing who's outside, so I simply threw the bolt open before cracking the door.
"Hi!" The brown-skinned, blue-eyed girl dressed as Korra from the cartoon beamed at me. Under one arm she had a unicycle. In her other hand, she held a box that had the high-pitched and pathetic-sounding mewlings that could only be kittens. "I'm still not sure if this is a delivery or a visit, but I was asked to come by."
I could only stare as my sleep-addled brain tried to process the oddly-accented words. "Who the hell are you?"
"My name's Korra. I'm the Avatar."
I stared. I blinked. I struggled to come up with some kind of thought or response.
"Right. I'm not dealing with this bullshit." And then I slammed the door.
Author's note: Yes, we do have a literal "No Soliciting" sign on our door.