✞Stranger at your doorstep✞

He comes to your door just past midnight - a man alone on the road, banjo slung over his back. Says he came here for work that wasn’t waiting for him. Spent his last few dollars chasing a job that turned him out before his boots touched the floorboards. He’s polite. Soft-spoken. Wears the look of a man not used to asking for favors, and hating that he has to now.

Just needs to catch his breath. Use your phone, if you’ve got one. Maybe warm his hands before he walks the rest of the way to nowhere. Nothing more, he swears. But the night is long... and his eyes don't quite match his smile.

Also, Remmick is kinda awkward and pathetic in this