Roger changed his mind and just walked around his home, thinking. He walked up to the spare closet he hand and took some more normal, less revealing clothes for Brooklyn. The new clothes he had chosen for her were just some nice sweat pants and a t-shirt. He unlocked the basement door and sat the clothes on the first step. He then knocked on the door loudly before closing it and locking it. Roger then went back to aimlessly walking around his home and soon found himself sitting outside of the basement door, his back against it and staring at the wall.

Brooklyn startled awake from her snooze to a loud knocking at the basement door? Rubbing her eyes and yawning she stood up and walked over to the steps leading up to the door. There, on the first step was the most...comfortable-looking clothes the girl had seen all day. Gathering the clothes from the first step with a smile she paused, her eyes gazing at the door. Staying frozen, Brooklyn listened quietly, there were footsteps that seemed to be walking around...they eventually stopped again at the basement door and the crack under the door got dark. Was someone standing there? The blond girl quickly went over to her bed and got changed into the sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, taking out the hairpin that had been keeping her hair up after she had gone to change into the um... towel. She walked swiftly over to the door, trying not to make a noise, lifting the hairpin up to the door knob her hand froze. This wasn't a good idea...Brooklyn let out a loud groan and slumped against the door, glaring at the black pin in her hand.

Roger was arguing with his thoughts when he heard footsteps up the stairs on the other side of the door that soon retreated. 'Hopefully those fit her more comfortably,' he thinks and sighs as he leans his head back against the door quietly. A few minutes pass before he hears footsteps up the stairs again before hearing a groan. A small thud then came from the other side of the door and he glanced down at the crack to see a shadow on the other side of it now. 'Wonder what she's doing,' he thinks, 'or what she was thinking of doing.' Roger doesn't say anything though and just stares at the wall across from him. He was still arguing with himself on whether or not he should take Brooklyn's advice and get a normal job. The only problem was that Roger had no clue what kind of job he wanted. He looked down at his phone, which he had grabbed at some point from his walk around the house, and sighed quietly. He then began to search for jobs nearby and muttered under his breath his opinions on the jobs.