Room 413 [morning]
When Evey woke, she wasn't immediately aware of anything but the nice, cozy bed she was in, and the nice, warm boy she was snuggled up against.
She was really almost getting used to this.
Of course, when she cracked her eyelid, thoughts of pink wigs and tiny...fringey bras and -- oh god, she really had danced provocatively like that for a whole common room of people.
She bolted awake, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the stream of horrified, somewhat squeaky curses before frantically pulling the covers over her head. It'd have to do for the moment. Maybe she could later escape and hide under the bed itself.
[for the guy who lives here.]
She was really almost getting used to this.
Of course, when she cracked her eyelid, thoughts of pink wigs and tiny...fringey bras and -- oh god, she really had danced provocatively like that for a whole common room of people.
She bolted awake, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the stream of horrified, somewhat squeaky curses before frantically pulling the covers over her head. It'd have to do for the moment. Maybe she could later escape and hide under the bed itself.
[for the guy who lives here.]