#((ooc: ack i keep s neezing send help. also gmorning. if there are typos it is bc i am still waking up apologies...))

[piningpercussionist]

Kim watches him sit as she keeps sipping away, rolling over what she should do here in her head. Ultimately, she wasn't feeling especially concerned anymore- and it wasn't like she had the energy (or ability, point-blank,) to force him out or something; especially given she didn't know how he got in to begin with. She taps her fingers against the side of her cup.

"I think... unless you had things you wanted to discuss, I might head back upstairs after I finish this, if that's alright. I've had a long, long day... and I think I'm either going insane or I genuinely trust that things will be fine if I leave you down here, maybe... If you need our couch for the night, I don't think my roommates have early shifts tomo- today," She corrects herself with a bit of annoyance, shaking her head. "... so you'd probably be fine if you actually slept instead of just taking a nap or something. If you've been staying somewhere, or are hopping back to the future after this though, obviously disregard."

"Or don't. Doesn't really matter to me."

**A mysterious man, around 30 to 35, was in your living room. you found him there around midnight when you were going for a drink.** **He was in a robe, wielding nothing but a small tea cup with swirling purples and blues. he seemed to be eyeing your drum set.**

((ooc: I'm going to answer this like it's post the Blaze thread if that's alright! Since Kim moving her drums temporarily downstairs while her ceiling gets patched up makes sense to me.))

*Kim almost doesn't notice him, at first, bleary eyes blinded by the light of the fridge she'd just opened; she'd been retrieving another (disgusting) beer for herself, head too busy swimming with everything that had been happening lately to properly lull herself to sleep- or dedicate herself to worthwhile research into her condition. It's as she's turning to head upstairs again that she notices him, bottle already raised to her lips- the light of the fridge just barely catches him before it shuts itself, and she, admittedly, chokes on the drink rather immediately.*

*Swearing at herself, she tries to stop any more of the beer from trickling to the floor, wiping her bare wrist against her mouth and grimacing as wide eyes snap up from the droplets on the floor to the mystery man.*

(I think I've had it up to here with strange men appearing in my house. Who IS this guy?!)

*She's not entirely sure if she should be drawing attention to herself, but she'd rather not try and pretend there wasn't some stranger just chilling in her living room- that seemed like an even worse idea, in the scheme of things.*

Uh, can I help you? Are you... some fling of Joseph's, or something? Hollie, maybe?

(He looks a bit old for that, but hey, I don't know their tastes...)