Room 418, morning
Door, still three quarters asleep, stumbles from her bed in her nightclothes (a pair of athletic shorts and a Fandom High t-shirt just long enough to make the shorts somewhat pointless) heading for the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face and hopefully wake up a bit more before seeking out breakfast.
Of course, 'stumble' pales in comparison to the sheer gymnastic grace of the maneuver she performs when her feet come in contact with an unexpected body (and only the lack of time to react stops her from worrying about that, given previous history) lying on the floor of her room.
Meaning she goes flying, and lands face-first in Seely's bed.
Which...isn't empty.
"Erf..." Door says after a moment, trying to untangle herself. "Er. Hi."
Of course, 'stumble' pales in comparison to the sheer gymnastic grace of the maneuver she performs when her feet come in contact with an unexpected body (and only the lack of time to react stops her from worrying about that, given previous history) lying on the floor of her room.
Meaning she goes flying, and lands face-first in Seely's bed.
Which...isn't empty.
"Erf..." Door says after a moment, trying to untangle herself. "Er. Hi."