Starla was doing her nightly parkour, trying to find a good perch. Feet running along, thudding on roof tops, her backpack on her back, kitten in her arms as she lands with a heavy thud on Shawn's roof. She then begins to unpack the bag with a few books, and then laid out a blanket to sleep there for the night under the stars. Her heavy boots made quite a bit of noise though as she got comfortable. Annoying suspicious noise, but Starla figured at 2 am everyone in the house would be asleep.
(Hey? What time zone are you in?)
Shawn jumped out of bed. What the heck was that? He thought, putting on his shirt. He looked at the time and sighed. 2 AM, aye? Probably the raccoons again… He thought, getting a stick and heading outside. He slipped on his slippers and went outside. He started to hit the roof and said, "Get out of there! Damn raccoons!" He hit something, but it didn't feel like a raccoon.
"OW! HEY WHAT THE FUCK!" She grabbed the stick and thrust it back so it stabbed him in the stomach. "You're supposed to be dead asleep! Now fuck off!" She growled out and grabbed her backpack, and began to hunt for a snack.
"Holy shit. What the fuck! Why are you on my damn roof!? Who are you!?" He winced at his stomach "Thought you were those damn raccoons again…Sorry…" He groaned. "And watch where you point that stick."
"You fucking watch where you point that damn thing! I'm here because it's the prettiest and tallest building in this neighborhood. And I ain't telling someone who just jabbed me in the boob my name. Fuck your apology, you probably left a fucking bruise." She opened up the granola bar and bit into it, and then she stretched back out on the blanket.