Rushing up the second flight of creaking stairs, you hadn't stopped running since the moment in which you entered the run-down building. Breaking though and subsequently holding your breath to the rancid air trapped in the stairway, you focused on making it to his apartment as quickly as possible; the metal of the steps ringing below your feet in a rapid rhythm to your haste.
Reaching to the desired highest floor out of breath, you grimaced to the continued filth permanently present. Vibrant mold splattered against the walls alongside chips of peeled back bland paint.
'47,' you muttered as you read the climbing silver numbers hung on by rusty nails.
Initially hesitating to let your bare hand touch anything in the building, you took a deep breath knowing that it couldn't be avoided. Violently knocking, no further time could be wasted as you glanced over at the clock refusing to cut you a break.
"Eustass! Why aren't you answering me?!" You yelled at the top of your lungs before your heavy knocking overpowered your calling voice.
Giving him just a moment until the door would be kicked down within the next few seconds, you leaned in close. Voices hushing one another as feet scrambled about trying to be discreet, he was certainly trying to hide.
A soft audible gasp passed your lips to being so blatantly ignored. Transforming into a heavy pout, you began knocking once again. "I can hear you! I know you're in there!" You protested, not allowing him to have the excuse of simply not being home to answer.
Not caring for disrupting any other resident occupying the building, you'd keep it up until he showed himself. "Damnit, Eust--!
In a quick flash, the front door flung open silencing your fists. Haven had more than enough of your consistent screeching, he rapidly plucked you inside taking you by a handful of your shirt. Slamming the door behind you, it was a miracle that the hinges didn't break off.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He firmly barked, his voice surly feeding into the mix of noise leaking through the thin walls to his innocent neighbors.
You pouted, an exaggerated huff expelled as your arms crossed dramatically across your chest. Like a child in trouble, you looked away as he demanded an answer in a raised tone.
"Looking for you, obviously," you muttered off into the air not giving him the care for eye contact.
He held his large menacing figure over you for a strained moment. Catching him only from afar until now, you had to admit that he was an intimidating one up close, yet you refused to let him know.
Breathing heavily down your neck, his liquor stained breath eventually backed up. Anger momentarily dying down, he allowed you to step back from the restrictive tight corner.
Keeping a strong stance until you heard him a few feet away, you cautiously opened your eyes to the dimly lit area. Darkness covering much of the mess littered around, most couldn't be hidden. Carelessly strewn boxes and empty beer bottles, the metal pieces reflecting every so often from the one hanging flickering light.
Your frown sunk lower the longer that you stared at the mess. Kicking around a piece or two, you entered the living room appearing more of a metal workshop. "What a dump Eustass, have some—" you abruptly paused mid-sentence turning towards the budding sound coming from down the hallway.
Immediately, your hand darted to your waist band. Gripping the handle of the concealed glock, you didn't hesitate to respond to the unknown figure's presence.
"Calm down," the crimson haired man reassured to your heavy jump. Although with little care for the shuffling body's safety, he worked on clothing himself.
