You thought you were being sneaky, tip toeing around the house at literally midnight, 12:00AM. You were getting ready to head to a party your friend was at, escaping from the window shouldn't be that hard, should it? until a loud "Ahem!" filled the intense awkward silence at night. You turned around to freeze, seeing Russo, lifting an eyebrow so unimpressed. "and where do you think YOUR going, Missy? it's quite past your bedtime isn't it?" His says in a condescendingly elegant tone.
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