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Steph wanders downstairs, making a bee-line for the bar and for coffee. The new addition to the decor gets a curious glance before she turns back to her caffeine.
Once the coffee-cup's half drained, she blinks, and turns around to look again.
Only one hand?
...Now there is a Steph, messy morning hair tucked behind her ears, a half-full coffee cup clasped in one hand, studying the clock intently. Not touching it - it kinda seems ... creepy - but looking at it.
Mun has kidnapped flatmate's laptop, and is sitting happily in bed playing with the shiny internets. May vanish in a few hours; may not. Is pingable at tentaclegothic, because she forgot the password to her other sn. Steph's just looking at the clock, this isn't plotty or anything.
Once the coffee-cup's half drained, she blinks, and turns around to look again.
Only one hand?
...Now there is a Steph, messy morning hair tucked behind her ears, a half-full coffee cup clasped in one hand, studying the clock intently. Not touching it - it kinda seems ... creepy - but looking at it.
Mun has kidnapped flatmate's laptop, and is sitting happily in bed playing with the shiny internets. May vanish in a few hours; may not. Is pingable at tentaclegothic, because she forgot the password to her other sn. Steph's just looking at the clock, this isn't plotty or anything.