Lyle let himself into his mom's house. It was late, and he didn't want to wake her up. He just needed to pick up a few things, and he'd been in the area. He eased quietly up the stairs towards his room.
[Sheldon had just left the shower and heard the door open. Grabbing a bath towel, he wrapped himself up calmly and slipped out. Soaking wet, providing that he didn't have the time to dry off, he moved to investigate if there was a prowler or not in the house.
Hearing the footsteps creep up the stairs, Sheldon readied himself to take on the perpetrator. Still sporting the cast but not the sling, he was ready to fight if necessary.]
Lyle jumped, but managed to suppress the shriek of surprise he felt lurking in his chest. He landed and settled into one of the stances he'd learned in tae kwon do. "Who... who the fuck are you?" he countered. "What've you done to my mom?"
"Oh my Christ...you're Lyle?" Sheldon didn't feel the need now to get into a fight. Still, wearing only a bath towel really didn't make a wonderful first impression either. "You're mom's fine. She's in her room and what are you doing? Didn't you think to call first?"
If Lyle had shown up a few minutes before, well, who knows what would have happened.
He relaxed at that, but not entirely. He reached over and flipped on the light in the hall, eyes widening when he saw what the man was--or wasn't--wearing. "I, you..." Oh, fuck. EWEWEW. He closed his eyes as he realized what was going on.
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Hearing the footsteps creep up the stairs, Sheldon readied himself to take on the perpetrator. Still sporting the cast but not the sling, he was ready to fight if necessary.]
Who the fuck are you?
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If Lyle had shown up a few minutes before, well, who knows what would have happened.
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