NAOMI ♥ [050]
Who: Naomi Hunter and Sunny Gurlukovich
Where: Naomi's home
Style: First!
Status: Closed
To those familiar with the respected doctor's pristine laboratory home, the sight of the woman's living room at this exact moment may be a bit of a surprise. If it wasn't for the presence of the two females lounging so comfortably right in the middle of the mess, someone might have assumed a burglar was to blame for the disorder.
The couch, once squishy and beige, has been buried beneath a layer of items: a variety of expensive shoes (flats, boots, and high heels), a handful of different styled dresses, and even the occasional shawl or slip. A modestly-sized black jewelery lay in front of it on the floor, top open and nearly empty. A single pair of glittering earrings sit forgotten by its side.
The coffee table has been shoved away from its usual position by the couch to instead sit in the very middle of the large room. The tables normally clean surface? Cluttered with plates, cups, and food. And around it sits both Naomi Hunter and young Sunny Gurlukovich, dressed and made up for the special occasion. A tea party.
The doctor has discarded her professional attired for a sleek black dress and is adorned, rather ridiculously, with too much jewelry around both her neck and wrists. She's even wearing a noticeably darker shade of lipstick and a hint of eye shadow for the event.
With a small, genuine smile, the woman holds up the tea pot she'd dug out of her kitchen cupboards to offer the girl another drink.
"More tea, Ms. Gurlukovich?"
Where: Naomi's home
Style: First!
Status: Closed
To those familiar with the respected doctor's pristine laboratory home, the sight of the woman's living room at this exact moment may be a bit of a surprise. If it wasn't for the presence of the two females lounging so comfortably right in the middle of the mess, someone might have assumed a burglar was to blame for the disorder.
The couch, once squishy and beige, has been buried beneath a layer of items: a variety of expensive shoes (flats, boots, and high heels), a handful of different styled dresses, and even the occasional shawl or slip. A modestly-sized black jewelery lay in front of it on the floor, top open and nearly empty. A single pair of glittering earrings sit forgotten by its side.
The coffee table has been shoved away from its usual position by the couch to instead sit in the very middle of the large room. The tables normally clean surface? Cluttered with plates, cups, and food. And around it sits both Naomi Hunter and young Sunny Gurlukovich, dressed and made up for the special occasion. A tea party.
The doctor has discarded her professional attired for a sleek black dress and is adorned, rather ridiculously, with too much jewelry around both her neck and wrists. She's even wearing a noticeably darker shade of lipstick and a hint of eye shadow for the event.
With a small, genuine smile, the woman holds up the tea pot she'd dug out of her kitchen cupboards to offer the girl another drink.
"More tea, Ms. Gurlukovich?"