Chloe ⇔ 001
Who: 45defender and failssassin
Where: Desmond's apartment in Somni.
When: Backdated to Christmas day.
Style: You pick, bb!
Status: Closed.
Chloe had been awoken by the unmistakable scent of coffee and freshly cooked breakfast in the morning. For a moment, she wondered where it had come from or why the aroma was even present in their joint apartment to begin with. Desmond had never been home in time to even eat the breakfast she had prepared every morning, since he was more so home in time to eat lunch before anything else. Still though, it was enticing enough to get her out of bed.
On her way out of the room, she noticed a familiar white hoodie wrapped in a red bow, and for a moment she could only stare. Well, that was unexpected, and the note inside threw her off even more. She unwrapped it, tugged it over her head and arms, and simply turned to look in the mirror across the room. She looked just like that last time she had taken it, fabric hung loosely over her shoulder and cascaded beyond her shorts to cover her coloured, bare legs. She took the note and left her room after a quick fix of her hair.
She entered the kitchen with a smirk, stretching and yawning like she had just woken up from a pleasant night to a pleasant morning. She seemed content, and in truth she was, Desmond wasn't so bad, and this little stunt he was pulling just put him higher in her books. "Good morning, Desmond," she said in a nonchalant tone, pulling two mugs down from the cupboard and pouring coffee into them. After pouring the desired amounts of cream, milk or sugar into the liquid, she hand him one and leaned against the cabinet next to the stove.
"I've come to claim my IOU," she said with a laugh, flicking the paper onto the counter, then taking a swig from her mug.
Where: Desmond's apartment in Somni.
When: Backdated to Christmas day.
Style: You pick, bb!
Status: Closed.
Chloe had been awoken by the unmistakable scent of coffee and freshly cooked breakfast in the morning. For a moment, she wondered where it had come from or why the aroma was even present in their joint apartment to begin with. Desmond had never been home in time to even eat the breakfast she had prepared every morning, since he was more so home in time to eat lunch before anything else. Still though, it was enticing enough to get her out of bed.
On her way out of the room, she noticed a familiar white hoodie wrapped in a red bow, and for a moment she could only stare. Well, that was unexpected, and the note inside threw her off even more. She unwrapped it, tugged it over her head and arms, and simply turned to look in the mirror across the room. She looked just like that last time she had taken it, fabric hung loosely over her shoulder and cascaded beyond her shorts to cover her coloured, bare legs. She took the note and left her room after a quick fix of her hair.
She entered the kitchen with a smirk, stretching and yawning like she had just woken up from a pleasant night to a pleasant morning. She seemed content, and in truth she was, Desmond wasn't so bad, and this little stunt he was pulling just put him higher in her books. "Good morning, Desmond," she said in a nonchalant tone, pulling two mugs down from the cupboard and pouring coffee into them. After pouring the desired amounts of cream, milk or sugar into the liquid, she hand him one and leaned against the cabinet next to the stove.
"I've come to claim my IOU," she said with a laugh, flicking the paper onto the counter, then taking a swig from her mug.