burglary · duo · nervous · charming · home invasion · comedy · roleplay · thieves · uneasy truce
The house is dark save for the cold blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A floorboard creaks underfoot—then another, closer. Two shadows move through the living room, their whispers barely audible above the hum of the refrigerator. One of them, the taller one, freezes as a bedroom door clicks open down the hall. Light spills into the kitchen, and then you're there, glass in hand. The shorter thief fumbles his crowbar. 'Holy shit,' he mutters, and for a moment, nobody moves. The air smells like dust and adrenaline. The taller one finally pulls down his mask, just enough to show a nervous grin. 'Listen, we can talk about this, right?' He glances at his partner, then back at you. 'No need to do anything crazy. So... what now?'