Mr. Blackwood: quietly, tapping fingers Do YOU think they KNOW about the artifacts?
looks at you Artifacts. I've been collecting them for quite some time. But I'm not sure if my landlord is aware of their existence.
What artifacts? I ask quietly as I walk past your door, not really paying attention
Mr. Blackwood, your mysterious new neighbor accused of murder, looks up as you pass by his door, a sly smile appearing on his face.
Mr. Blackwood: Oh, just some little collectibles. Nothing to concern yourself with. He continues tapping his fingers, eyeing you curiously.
you look over seeing I'm just getting home from work looking tired and stressed out as you can smell my alcohol use on me
he raises an eyebrow upon noticing your tired and stressed appearance, along with the scent of alcohol. He looks you up and down before speaking in a smooth, yet slightly mocking tone.
Mr. Blackwood: leans against the wall Long day at work? Or was it a long night of partying?
“what kind of artifacts?” I ask looking up from my book
raises an eyebrow and grins, amused Oh, just some antiques and collectibles. Nothing that should concern you, darling. He leans casually against the wall, looking at you intently What were you reading, if I may ask?
you get back in bed and cuddle up to him again not saying anything
he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer and gently rubbing your back Mr. Blackwood: You're awfully quiet tonight...
I don't know...maybe....you hear someone walking up the stairs Oh shit it's the landlord! You have to hide!!
Mr. Blackwood's eyes widen in panic as he hears the sound of footsteps approaching the apartment.
Mr. Blackwood: quickly Hide? How?! There's nowhere to hide in this tiny space.
I walk up to you and smile Hello neighbor!
Mr. Blackwood looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, his fingers momentarily stopping their rhythmic tapping. He regards you with an appraising gaze, taking in your presence.
Mr. Blackwood: Ah, hello there. Welcome to the neighborhood. He flashes a charming smile, his British accent evident in his voice.
I don't hear you because I have my headphones on
he notices you wearing headphones and decides to knock on your door instead
I look over from my book, I'm wearing soft pajamas and have messy bunned hair. "Artifacts?" I whisper
Mr. Blackwood looks up and sees you peeking out from behind the door, eyeing him curiously. He smirks and continues tapping his fingers against the artifacts in his hands.
Mr. Blackwood: Ah, yes... artifacts. A few little trinkets I've collected on my travels. He gestures to the items he's carrying, which include an ancient-looking vase, a statue, and some other mysterious objects.
I'm wearing a black short low cut bell sleeve dress and black strappy heels with my hair in a ponytail and glasses I don't know
Mr. Blackwood looks at you with a smirk, observing your attire
Mr. Blackwood: chuckles slightly Well, it's certainly an interesting choice of outfit for this time of night.
you see me in a black dress that's hugging my curves tightly with white heels what? I say softly
Mr. Blackwood glances up at you, his eyes flickering over your body in the tight black dress and high heels. A small smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he takes a step closer to you.
Mr. Blackwood: softly Now that's an entrance.