May had finished unpacking, had put her hair into a bun and had started reading a book when she heard singing from downstairs. She brushed it off as nothing, but the singing got louder and louder. She focus on reading now so she walked downstairs to check it out. Robin and Manny were singing loudly with spirit as Harry sunk deeper into the armchair, trying to drown them out and focus on the movie.
"And one thought crystallizes like an icy blaaaast!" Manny sang, making large swooping motions, attempting to copy the character in the movie shooting ice.
"I'm never going back! The past is in the paaaaast!" Robin sang, pumping his fist. "Come on Harry!".
"Let it-" the all sang, Harry being very quiet.
"GO! LET IT GO!" they continued, Harry still being extremely quiet.
"Uh, guys?" May said, bringing their attention away from the song. They just looked at her. She wasn't sure why, but they were just staring. Then she remembered what she was wearing. She blushed embarrassedly as she ran back to the guest room. She had forgotten she was wearing an untied robe over a very low cut tank top and pajama shorts. Shit shit shit, they had seen her cleavage. 'Great going May, way to make a good impression. They probably think you're a whore now. I didn't mean to, I just... Ahg, whatever, I need some sleep' she mentally scolded herself, throwing off the robe and climbing into bed, turning on her iPod. She played Death Of A Doll Maker by Creature Feature, and was lulled into sleep by the sounds of the beautiful accordion.
May was awoken by the sound of something being shattered downstairs. She looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. 2:43. Nobody would be awake this early. She decided to go check it out. She got up and grabbed her robe, tying it this time. Very quietly, she snuck to the stairwell. But she didn't need to walk downstairs to see who was down there. It was a man, walking into the dining room. It was a burglar. She had to go tell Harry. Lucky for her, all of the bedroom doors had a sign hung from them, with their occupants name crudely scrawled in paint. She tiptoed to the door with a sign that read Harry and opened it quietly. The walls were all painted blue. Everything in the room was blue, except for the clothes in the open drawer of the blue dresser. She thought she might have gone into the wrong room, but she glanced to the bed and, sure enough, there was Harry. He snored quietly. May lightly stepped to the side of his bed. Now to wake him. She lightly flicked his forehead. His face twitched, but not much else.
"Harry..." She whispered, followed by another crash from downstairs. Harry's eyes pried open, a bit groggy.
"Wha, May? What's going on?" He asked, sitting up. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His chest was smooth, and his arms had quite a lot of muscle. May blushed.
"Um, I heard some noises coming from downstairs, I think there's a burglar in the house" she explained.
"...Okay, let's go check this out" he said, standing up. He was wearing, as predicted, red sweatpants. May followed him closely as he descended the stairs, making sure not to make too much noise. He moved over to a closet by the living room, opened it and grabbed a metal baseball bat. Another crash came from the dinning room. May his behind him as they made their way over to the noise. Harry pushed the door open, and held up the bat. He looked to the corner. The figure was shrouded in shadows, only slightly illuminated by the moonlight pouring in throw the window.
"Hello?" Harry called out, stepping closer to the figure. The figure stepped forward into the light. Harry put the baseball bat down and sighed with relief. The man was slightly shorter than Harry, and had dark blue skin and eyes. His hair was black, dusted with blond tips, along with blond stubble and blond sideburns. He was dressed him a black trench coat, with a red dress shirt underneath, and black dress pants. There was a yellow sash across his chest. Crossing over his nose were two red clock hands. There was a small clock on his chest, along with a watch on his wrist. He was wearing large, white, cartoonish gloves, and held in them a long black cane.
"Tony, you scared the crap outta me" Harry said.
"Sorry, about that, I do sleepwalk you know, so do give me some slack...um...bro?" Tony said, playfully punching Harry's arm.
"Look, let's just get back to bed. We can worry about this in the morning" Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"Right, see you soon. I suppose...how about noon?" Tony said, keeping with his rhyming pattern.
"Whatever, just get out."
"Right."
"So, what was that about?" May asked, as a Tony left.
"That was Tony, the Talking Clock. He tends to sleepwalk, and since he can sneak in here, he often ends up in our apartment" he explained, yawning.
"I see. Well, I'm glad it wasn't a burglar" she said as they tiptoed back upstairs.
"Yeah, that would've sucked. Anyway, goodnight" he said, as he opened his bedroom door.
"Goodnight" she said as well, entering the room, throwing her robe on the floor, turning the music back on, and falling asleep.
