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thefolder2013-09-30 05:57 pm
fullofthorns) wrote in thefolder2013-09-30 05:57 pm
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[ Closed ] Check-ups after dust-ups.
Who: Seifer and Roze
What: Checking on a friend who refuses to be a friend.
When: September 30th, evening.
Where: Seifer's casa.
Roze showed up about an hour after texting Seifer, smelling like soap and clean dampness that only came from recent and very hot showers. Instead of her usual skimpy clothes she had opted for an oversized black turtleneck sweater that swallowed her hands, only her fingertips curled around the cuffs keeping them from sliding completely down. Black tights under that, her usual heels abandoned in favor of a plain pair of sneakers she'd been using for morning jogs. Even her hair was out of its usual twists and braids, damp and curling around her face.
She'd come over as quickly as she could without going out of her usual way to primp and preen, resulting in what looked like...a pink-haired high school girl. Aside from the chest stretching the fabric she looked almost wholesome. Especially without the extra six inches of height.
she could have walked in, but chose instead to tap on the door lightly, standing in the hall with her D-T sitting on top of a plain white box in her hands.
What: Checking on a friend who refuses to be a friend.
When: September 30th, evening.
Where: Seifer's casa.
Roze showed up about an hour after texting Seifer, smelling like soap and clean dampness that only came from recent and very hot showers. Instead of her usual skimpy clothes she had opted for an oversized black turtleneck sweater that swallowed her hands, only her fingertips curled around the cuffs keeping them from sliding completely down. Black tights under that, her usual heels abandoned in favor of a plain pair of sneakers she'd been using for morning jogs. Even her hair was out of its usual twists and braids, damp and curling around her face.
She'd come over as quickly as she could without going out of her usual way to primp and preen, resulting in what looked like...a pink-haired high school girl. Aside from the chest stretching the fabric she looked almost wholesome. Especially without the extra six inches of height.
she could have walked in, but chose instead to tap on the door lightly, standing in the hall with her D-T sitting on top of a plain white box in her hands.