twenty-four;

[femininecharms]

[floor eleven filter]

[she has been hesitating outside Jun's door for a while before she knocks on it, taking a step back to wait for the reply, absently fidgeting with the dagger]

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[iknowhowtogetit]

[it was turning out to be a pretty lazy day that morning... ah, afternoon, and Jun was just flopped over on her bed, prone and almost ready to get back to snoring when she heard the knock. with a grumble, she's out of bed and traipsing over to the door, opening it with a hand moving through her hair]

Shorts?

[femininecharms]

[she gives Jun a look of slight disbelief. did she just wake up? this late? that's seriously slack

today, though, she doesn't really feel like poking fun of her friend. nods] Hey. Can I come in? Or... [tilts her head in a half-hearted attempt at seeing past Jun and into the room] Are you...busy?

[iknowhowtogetit]

[hey, if Smellerbee asks, Jun's going to say that she was... napping. yes.

she's scratching at the back of her neck, playing with a few hairs as she opens the door a little wider, stepping back and speaking low]

Sarah's off doing her own thing, so you're in the clear. [she's stifling a yawn] But, ah, come over whenever you want, Shorts.

[femininecharms]

...Thanks.

[walks inside, stopping in the middle of the room as she forgot what she was about to do. after a second of looking pretty lost, she sits down in one of the chairs. after unhooking the dagger from her belt and balancing it on her lap, she leans back]