Lanz crept down the narrow alley beside the apartment block, plastic bags dangling off his wrists like he'd just looted an entire thrift store, which, in a way, he kinda did.
He squinted up at his third-floor window, hood half-pulled over his eyes.
"This is gonna be some real Spider-Man sh*t," he muttered under his breath, balancing one boot on the rusted drainpipe that ran up the side of the building.
He half-expected Miku to pop her head out the window and record him for the next 'local dumbass' MemeNet clip.
Step by step, he clawed his way up, bags swinging dangerously every time his foot slipped against the chipped paint. "Yeah, genius, climb a drainpipe with your whole new drip in plastic. What could possibly go wrong?"
