Mundane Comforts

[7twistedwishes]

Seattle, The Emerald City

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[numbered_doctor]

The young doctor glances around the apartment, hands buried in her pockets as sharp eyes dart from one area to the next.

"Nice place."

[7twistedwishes]

"Come on dear, if we are going dancing, you need something proper to dress in." The Devil winks to her, smiling warmly and beckoning the doctor to follow.

In the bedroom, she opens the doors to a walk-in closet that for some reason, seems to extend in hallways for the other half of the building's floor. "Feel free to pick anything."

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen gives a low whistle, stepping into the closet.

"Very impressive."

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil grins teasingly. "Party clothes are to the left rows. Classy, daring, shocking, be my guest. Would you like a warm up drink before we go, or perhaps something harder?"

[numbered_doctor]

Morning arrives with a distinct lack of throbbing as the doctor sprawled and tangled in the blankets on the bed cracks an eye open up peer sleepily around the room.

She lets her mind wander as she looks around the unfamiliar room, and as she goes over details of the previous night, she finds herself smiling widely.

[7twistedwishes]

The clock radio near the bed tells her its' 10 AM... soft music plays somewhere else inside the apartment, and the faint scent of food cooking, breakfast, can be noticed in the air.

[numbered_doctor]

With a stretch and a yawn, the woman begins untangling herself from the sheets and crawling out of bed.

Rising, she fishes a shirt from off the floor, that once pulled over her head comes almost to her knees, and Thirteen pads out of the bedroom to investigate the source of the music and cooking smell.

[7twistedwishes]

The music comes from downstairs, as the food scent. She can find the sound system in a large living room, and the way to the kitchen.

There, wearing only silk boxers and an apron, Scarlet is making breakfast. Hm, pancakes. "Good morning, dear..."