[The noise at the door stirred Roman. He groaned and raised his head groggily, looking through bleary eyes at the living room. He couldn't remember how he'd spent the afternoon, or why he was sleeping on the couch in the middle of the day in a now wrinkled suit jacket.]
What the hell...
[He rubbed his eyes and stood up. His hand skimming along the wall as he went. He was still so tired--what had happened?! When he reached the door, he looked through the peephole.
A figure in a black...catsuit? Shaking his head and believing himself to be asleep still, he opened the door with a heavy sigh, not bothering to put on a false face.]
What do you wa--
[He blinked several times in succession as the man--man--began singing. Were those cat ears and goggles? And was that...?
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What the hell...
[He rubbed his eyes and stood up. His hand skimming along the wall as he went. He was still so tired--what had happened?! When he reached the door, he looked through the peephole.
A figure in a black...catsuit? Shaking his head and believing himself to be asleep still, he opened the door with a heavy sigh, not bothering to put on a false face.]
What do you wa--
[He blinked several times in succession as the man--man--began singing. Were those cat ears and goggles? And was that...?
That was definitely Rick Astley.
He stared with dead, dull eyes at Andy.]