[ It takes a little longer than he thought it would, but it makes sense. It's way too early on a Saturday, and probably no one's going to answer some unsolicited visit. He glances over his shoulder (as though fearing the crazy chick might bust out of his apartment and demand more weird, kinky shit), and he's about to try the next door -- but then, sure enough, she's answering.

He sighs in relief. He barely knows-- it's Kasumi, right? Kasumi Goto. He barely knows her, but he knows everyone else on this floor even less, which is saying quite a lot.

(Mostly that Kasumi is hot as hell, and she's the only person he's remotely interested in on this floor, but maybe he shouldn't mention that.)

So he offers an apologetic smile. ]

Hey, uh. [ With his free hand, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly then lets out an explosive sigh. ] Alright, I'm just gonna come out and say it.

I know this is seriously weird, and feel free to say, "No way, dude, get the hell out of here," but I need a place to hideout for a bit. I have an insane woman in my apartment right now, and on the one hand, I wanna make sure she doesn't make off with any of my stuff, and on the other hand, I really don't wanna be there when she wakes up.

And, you know. You and your apartment are conveniently right here, so I figured I'd ask?