Who: Hanna Cross and Alex Forbes
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Alex's room --> Hanna's room!
Summary: Alex is used to killing crazy assholes that look like friends, right? Right.
Rating: PG-13, possible R?
Warnings: Vi-o-lence? Killing not-real things.
He doesn't have his Faciliberry. Hell, he barely has his body in one piece. So he makes a beeline for at least one person that he knows will be home--luckily, one of the few people here he can trust with the job.
"Alex!" Hanna is banging down Alex's door. "Ahahaha, if you're not here, I'm gonna freak out for serious, okay? Okay! Alex!!"