[Thread] I think we're alone now
Characters: OU!Melaka Fray, OU!Ned
Where: Paj-Epta
When: Noon
Summary: Ned moves into his new digs, meets his roomie, gets to see all the shiny new furniture she managed to build with Dent and Mercury's help.
Warnings: Awesomeness
The pink and black haired slayer lounged on the couch, wishing she'd taken Duo's media player with her. If she wasn't so damn honorable, she'd have something to listen to, rather than nothing. The apartment was silent, save for the faint humming of the refrigerator and the soft sound of her clothes rustling against the material of the couch when she shifted. The twenty-one year old lifted her right hand, brushing her fingertips against her forehead as she got yet anothe headache. They seemed to happen more often in the past few days. She'd occasionally hear snippets of conversations but passed them off as her going crazy. Had to happen sooner or later. Being here.
Crossing her legs at the ankles, Melaka was stretched out across the couch, resting the back of her head on one arm, the balls of her feet not yet brushing the opposite arm. She wore a pair of black flannel pajama bottoms, a long-sleeve red shirt, and a pair of plain white socks, not feeling the urge to go outside today. Not pulling the hermit act again, but just...laziness stopped her from getting dressed. Mel didn't mind having the apartment to herself, but she sorta wished that someone would see the two extra beds she'd requested and would be appreciative of her thoughtfulness.
Where: Paj-Epta
When: Noon
Summary: Ned moves into his new digs, meets his roomie, gets to see all the shiny new furniture she managed to build with Dent and Mercury's help.
Warnings: Awesomeness
The pink and black haired slayer lounged on the couch, wishing she'd taken Duo's media player with her. If she wasn't so damn honorable, she'd have something to listen to, rather than nothing. The apartment was silent, save for the faint humming of the refrigerator and the soft sound of her clothes rustling against the material of the couch when she shifted. The twenty-one year old lifted her right hand, brushing her fingertips against her forehead as she got yet anothe headache. They seemed to happen more often in the past few days. She'd occasionally hear snippets of conversations but passed them off as her going crazy. Had to happen sooner or later. Being here.
Crossing her legs at the ankles, Melaka was stretched out across the couch, resting the back of her head on one arm, the balls of her feet not yet brushing the opposite arm. She wore a pair of black flannel pajama bottoms, a long-sleeve red shirt, and a pair of plain white socks, not feeling the urge to go outside today. Not pulling the hermit act again, but just...laziness stopped her from getting dressed. Mel didn't mind having the apartment to herself, but she sorta wished that someone would see the two extra beds she'd requested and would be appreciative of her thoughtfulness.