Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[He waited and waited. That grin slipping off his face and turning to a cartoonish look of panic. Did Muerte go searching for him? Well, he didn't have his journal, so there was no way of knowing. He wasn't afraid of her leaving (really leaving like in the movies where women wrote dramatic notes to their lovers expressing discontent while trying not to spill wine on the page) because this couldn't have been a big surprise, could it? COULD IT?] Okay, Nigma. Slow down. [He smoothed his hand over his hair and then tapped the glass of window again with the knuckle of his finger. Very gentleman thief, if he did say so himself. He could manage another few seconds of polite composure.]
Muerte? [Eddie shouted and then cupped his hands around his eyes so he could see inside.] Muerte my honey bunny, it is I, your green clad smooch machine. I er- I forgot my key. In a sleepwalking related accident. [Pause and then he resorted to banging his fist on the window.] Muerte!