It's only three am and there's already wierd, burglar sounding noises outside.
"Shubltshded"
Very, very burglar sounding...
Oh my god what the fuck is that? I swear if that's a raccoon.
It comes again, "Sluhted"
"Ah fuck.." Throwing off the covers, Lutz goes out of his bedroom to the kitchen, where the awful noise keeps coming from.
He creeps closer, scared of what is likely lurking in the dark. He feels a sudden draft in the room along with a much louder, "SlipbANG"
The hell? Is it like, a fat burglar?
He stops right in front of his kitchen window, and there, in all his Italian glory, is Luciano. He seems to have apparently get stuck in the window sill and ended up banging shit around, trying to grasp onto anything for leverage. Lutz just stares at him in dumbfounded awe.
"Um..?" He literally has no idea what to say to him in this moment.
Luciano looks up at Lutz.
"Teach me how to use emojis"
Lutz looks at him and shakes his head, "I did not wake up for this." He goes back to bed.
