OC-Imperfection

And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um. “Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being. “...Why are you talking to my sister?” The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigera