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[cleithrophobic]

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[voicemail]

[pointemybooks]

[There's a little bit of static before it finally clears up and her voice is understood. She clears her throat, and there's a few knocks.] Um, sweetie? I know it's late, but can you help me? I lost my keys, and my housemate is out.

awww girl-spence

[cleithrophobic]

[Reid rubs sleepily at his eyes. He'd fallen asleep looking through case files-- you're not supposed to do anything other than sleep in your bed, or your brain will associate that place with certain activities and you'll have a hard time going to sleep at night, he knows that, but it had been too comfy to pass up. His phone is buzzing-- iPhone feature, reminding him that he indeed received a voicemail a minute ago, and he listens to it before immediately getting out of bed.

Is she outside right now? Bedheaded and bleary-eyed, the genius tries to look as awake as possible as he makes his way out to the hall to unlock the door.]

he is obvs her neighbourhood super hero.

[pointemybooks]

[Even though it had been, in reality, sixty seconds, she's decided to st with her back against his door, head leaned back as she stares at the awning above her. Bad nights make her upset and tonight's no different. She sighs heavily, wishing the clouds would go away.

Spence can hear him walking inside his house, but she doesn't get up. How does she know he isn't just sleepwalking? She knows better to wake those people up, so she just quietly waits for him to open the door, if he really is awake. If not, she's gonna go to go to sleep right here. Her housemate won't be home until late the next day, if he even does plan on going back.]

oh, he is. the awkward parrot man.

[cleithrophobic]

[He's not sleepwalking-- because a few seconds later, the door's unlocked and opened. He hopes that he doesn't look too worn out; the team's last case was long and he hasn't eaten or slept properly for days. Bad Reid. Bad.]

Spence?