It isn't certain whether or not her dreams were of something pleasant, but rest assured there were muscles involved, and Rahzel had a six pack of them. Good or bad dreams dissipate all the same with the sound of an intruder, forcing her to jacknife up in bed, energy on her fingertips.
Instead of waiting a few seconds to see if its just another stray cat that's come in through the open window (for someone so paranoid about pursuit, Bucky certainly doesn't worry about felines....), the teen vaults up and launches herself out of her door.
"YOU'VE GOT THREE SECONDS TO PUT DOWN THE GOODS BEFORE I TURN YOUR BUTTHOLE INSIDE OUT! If you don't comply, it'll make a hideous hat."
When noone speaks in a foreign tongue to surrender, to stay back, anything, Rahzel peers steadily into Bucky's grimacing face, sighs.
"That's not how you make brownies. I'm going to throw you out the window." Adrenaline spikes high in her chest as she sighs again and lowers her hands.
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Instead of waiting a few seconds to see if its just another stray cat that's come in through the open window (for someone so paranoid about pursuit, Bucky certainly doesn't worry about felines....), the teen vaults up and launches herself out of her door.
"YOU'VE GOT THREE SECONDS TO PUT DOWN THE GOODS BEFORE I TURN YOUR BUTTHOLE INSIDE OUT! If you don't comply, it'll make a hideous hat."
When noone speaks in a foreign tongue to surrender, to stay back, anything, Rahzel peers steadily into Bucky's grimacing face, sighs.
"That's not how you make brownies. I'm going to throw you out the window." Adrenaline spikes high in her chest as she sighs again and lowers her hands.