First wiping my tears away, and now this? [ Her eyes open with a grin. ] You know, that sounds awfully romantic~
[ Yep. She definitely wasn't going to use any of this against him. Ever.
And as if she's going to turn the offer down!! She steps aside to let him in so that she can close the door. This was going to be a moment to cherish, to draw out for as long as possible, she thinks...and then lets out a big yawn. Her brow furrows at that. Just like in the library where he seemed to flip a switch and get her crying, he's seemingly done it again, making all the exhaustion from that crash down onto her. So much for that plan. ]
Just...let me wash my face first. No shoes on the bed.
[ With that, she toes her own off and leaves them where they are instead of placing them neatly with all her others. Weariness has sunk down into her bones in record time, and the journey to the bathroom suddenly seems like miles. All of her plans tumble to the floor as she trudges along and disappears inside.
No cute nightgown. No soft music. None of her favorite romantic cliches are going to appear once she comes back out. There's just a tired girl with a spot of soap she'd missed rinsing off on her cheek, tugging at her hair ribbon to let her hair fall, falling in turn onto the bed, hardly caring where she lands. ]
Just one re-request-- [ That yawn was pretty shuddery. ] No mentioning electric sheep or I'll kick you.
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[ Yep. She definitely wasn't going to use any of this against him. Ever.
And as if she's going to turn the offer down!! She steps aside to let him in so that she can close the door. This was going to be a moment to cherish, to draw out for as long as possible, she thinks...and then lets out a big yawn. Her brow furrows at that. Just like in the library where he seemed to flip a switch and get her crying, he's seemingly done it again, making all the exhaustion from that crash down onto her. So much for that plan. ]
Just...let me wash my face first. No shoes on the bed.
[ With that, she toes her own off and leaves them where they are instead of placing them neatly with all her others. Weariness has sunk down into her bones in record time, and the journey to the bathroom suddenly seems like miles. All of her plans tumble to the floor as she trudges along and disappears inside.
No cute nightgown. No soft music. None of her favorite romantic cliches are going to appear once she comes back out. There's just a tired girl with a spot of soap she'd missed rinsing off on her cheek, tugging at her hair ribbon to let her hair fall, falling in turn onto the bed, hardly caring where she lands. ]
Just one re-request-- [ That yawn was pretty shuddery. ] No mentioning electric sheep or I'll kick you.