011✪ Good morning welcome to the West [VIDEO]
[Sara Pezzini squints as she sits up and pulls a hair through her long hair. She's wearing a bustier corset and 19th century lingerie. Most of her other dress seems strewn over the room. Slipping her legs over the side of the bed she rightens the corset and sighs before starting to pick up the skirts. She looks over at the stranger who is the other
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Ngh.
[At the movement, the artist opens a pair of groggy eyes and rolls over, trying to get his vision to focus. Not his studio. Not his bed. Not Fuuma's bed. Not Fuuma. Shit.]
-Ah... Hello... [Maybe he's dreaming? Surely the stunning woman in old fashioned clothes is a dream. A dream he would have to remember to paint later, but definitely a dream.]
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[She eyes him and raises one eyebrow at the odd clothes. A painter or craftsman or something? No wonder she can't remember much then. Those types either drink nothing or more than even a rail-road worker. She picks up her shawl and bends down to fix her pantyhose before starting to gather her clothes from the floor.
Walking over to a nightstand with a mirror she sits down and starts brushing her hair.]
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[Might as well play along with the dream. He'd wake up eventually, back in his studio. He moves to a sitting position and looks around the odd room.]
...sir? [He raises his eyebrows at that. No one ever calls him sir. Not even in his dreams. Rubbing the back of his head he gets to his feet. It doesn't feel like a hangover and that further convinces him he's dreaming]
I uh- Would you mind telling me where we are? I'm afraid I don't remember how I got here.
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Looks like the Starscape hotel to me, Sir. Can't remember much of last night. Guess we partied hard.
[She smirks.]
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