Miss me?

[creaoi_ang_cor]

Who: Cris and Cassandra
What: Cassandra's in a funk. Have a cheery redhead, Cassie!
When: Sunday March 14th, Rowan time
Where: Cassandra's apartment

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[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra had been asleep when she heard the knock and was, quite frankly, grateful to be roused. She had been dreaming of things that she rather wished to forget. Still, it took her a few moments of lying very still before she was able to separate where she was with where she had been. That accomplished, she took notice of someone at her door

[creaoi_ang_cor]

"Good afternoon." He beamed at her, and started leaning onto the balls of his feet, craning up for a kiss. "Or morning, or evening..." He planted the kiss on her cheek and pulled away again. "Is this a good time?"

[cassie_of_troy]

She blinked in surprise. "Afternoon?" She had been so certain it was the middle of the night. Time was at it again. How annoying. "It's a perfectly good time," she added, stepping out of his way to let him through and trying very hard to pretend she wasn't wearing a thin chemise. "A confusing time, but a good one."

Cassandra found it a bit disorienting to see Cris there. She had never invited anyone into her apartment before, save for Min who stayed for a few days. Vaguely, she wondered why that was. A part of her damage psyche, no doubt, manifesting itself in the form of overzealous privacy and protection of the place. It was certainly not decorated to entertain guests. The floor was littered with crumpled up pieces of paper, snatches of fabric, and candles arranged without rhyme or reason.

[creaoi_ang_cor]

"Since any time these days is a confusing one, I'll definitely take that as a 'yes.'" He stepped in, only giving a cursory glance to the clutter. He wasn't the neatest person ever himself, so he didn't care.

He turned and took a bit of her hair between her fingers, worrying it around. "How are you?"