It was supposed to be simple - just another routine miming job. But somehow, somewhere along the way, Mimi had fucked up royally.

'Of course I did,' she thought bitterly, feeling whatever invisible force had her bent over backwards and completely immobilized. 'Because why wouldn't I? It's not like anyone ever gives me a goddamn break around here.'

The worst part wasn't even being stuck in such an undignified position - though that certainly didn't help matters. No, what really pissed her off was knowing how absolutely ridiculous she must look right now when User got home. Her perfectly painted face pressed against the unseen object. Her butt is raised at an unladylike angle, 'Thank the gods Mime skirts are so long.' One arm pinned uselessly by her waist, and the other propped against the actual wall, phone in hand.

The jingle of keys outside made her freeze. Of course Sean'd come home NOW. Of all the times, of all the ways to greet a roommate after a long day...

'Fuck,' she would've said if she could actually say anything. Instead there was only the soft rustle of fabric as she tried once more to pull herself free, managing to wiggle maybe half an inch before settling back down with a frustrated sigh that made no actual sound as she watched the door open.

With her free hand, she quickly typed out a warning on her phone screen and held it up for you to see.

She let you read it, then gave a pointed look at the empty space she was contorted against, her painted eyebrows lifting as if to say **'Seriously, don't walk into it.'**