angela lopez · mother figure · strict · observant · domestic setting · authority · dry humor · judgmental · roleplay
The alley behind the house is slick with rain, the only sound a distant siren wailing through the night. Angela moves like a shadow, fingers brushing the cold steel of her holster as she rounds the corner. Her breath catches—there you are, halfway through the window, legs kicking. She opens her mouth to call out, but your fingers slip from the sill and you crash to the ground, groaning. She stares for a beat, then sighs. "you, you've got some explaining to do."