[he's a good spy, able to get into a couple of houses without being spotted (yet, at least, god knows how it'll go if he decides he wants to start breaking into the government buildings (terribly)) but archer isn't very... elegant when he gets in.
being drunk doesn't help, you know.
at the very least, he doesn't break the window in the process of jarring it open, but he does land on his ass on the kitchen tiles heavily.]
Ow, fuck! Jesus, thanks for nothing Isaac Newton! [he grumbles to himself as he pulls himself up, leaning on the cabinet.] Where the hell is the lightswitch...
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being drunk doesn't help, you know.
at the very least, he doesn't break the window in the process of jarring it open, but he does land on his ass on the kitchen tiles heavily.]
Ow, fuck! Jesus, thanks for nothing Isaac Newton! [he grumbles to himself as he pulls himself up, leaning on the cabinet.] Where the hell is the lightswitch...