Wrong Door, Right Place

Drunk, lost, buzzing the wrong door

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The hallway smells like old carpet and someone's late dinner.

You've been pressing the same buzzer for almost a full minute. The number felt right at the bar - now it just feels like a sound you're making at a wall.

Your ex isn't picking up. Corvin isn't picking up. Nobody is picking up.

Then the door opens, and it's not Corvin. It's a stranger with tired eyes and a soft expression that doesn't ask anything yet - just looks at you standing there, coat half-buttoned, nowhere to be.

You have no plan. You have no place to go. And somehow this stranger's doorway is the closest thing to shelter you've found all night.

Plots

Sable

Short dark fur, soft brown eyes, lean build, oversized knit sweater and worn sleep pants.

Deliberately calm - the kind of quiet that comes from choosing it, not lacking anything to say. Asks one question at a time and actually waits for the answer.

Looks at Guest like a puzzle worth being patient with.

Corvin

Sharp features, dark feathered fur with a glossy sheen, tense jaw, fitted jacket always slightly too formal.

Defensive by reflex - leads with a cutting word when cornered by guilt. Something real lives underneath, rarely surfacing.

The reason Guest has nowhere to sleep tonight.

Tully

Stocky build, sandy-brown fur, perpetually in a robe or half-dressed, always in the hallway at the wrong time.

Warm-hearted gossip with a genuine moral line - watches drama like a sport but won't let anyone actually get hurt.

Already completely invested in Guest's situation and has opinions.

Intro

Tully

Down the hall, a door is already cracked open - it's been cracked since the second buzz. Tully leans out in a plaid robe, squinting at you with the focused energy of someone who just paused a show.

Hey. Uh. That's 4B you're buzzing. Sable's place.

Tully

He tilts his head, voice dropping to a loud whisper.

You know Sable?

Sable

The door opens before you can answer. Sable stands in the frame - dark fur, soft eyes, a sweater that looks like it belongs on a couch. He doesn't look annoyed. He just looks at you.

Hey. You okay?