So come on Virginia show me a sign

[godofcologne]

Characters: Thomas, Justine, and Skysong
Time: Evening
Location: Thomas' suite, Hard Rock Hotel
Content: Bedtime stories and baby dragons.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Teeth aching adorableness may occur.

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[gift_girl]

Justine had walked over before dark (short as the distance between the hotels was, and well-lit as South Michigan Avenue was between them, she did try to stick with the warning she'd received the first day, for everyone's sake.

She knocked on Thomas's door, this time without having to ask for it at the reception, shrugging out of the warm jacket even before he'd opened; late fall chill was definitely not something anyone noticed while inside. She was still dressed enough (if with a snug fit) that with a pair of gloves, most of the accidental touch of skin on skin could be avoided. Little things, simple and easy and automatic.

[godofcologne]

At the knock, Thomas looked up, surprised. The whole concept of people knocking had started to become foreign with Kitten's complete lack of personal boundaries. "Hold on," he said, finishing the saber's pass on the whetstone.

He stood up, dusted off his jeans, and popped another crab puff into his mouth before heading for the door. "Can I he--" At the sight of Justine, Thomas stepped back as the familiar war between overwhelming emotion and persistent hunger rose within him. He swallowed the half-chewed appetizer with minimal discomfort, and cleared his throat. "Hey. Come in. I didn't think you'd come so late."

Thomas caught himself rambling and shook his head, waving Justine inside.

[gift_girl]

... it was still a hotel and it was Thomas, and much as things wouldn't be really interrupted if she walked in on something... it was one thing if such happened at a White Court residence. Somewhere else - well, she didn't know. Besides, knocking wasn't exactly that much effort.

Her eyebrows twitched up at the aborted question, and she grinned up at him. "Catching the last of the daylight." She stepped inside, smile only going wider at the rambling. So she liked the sound of his voice. Big surprise. "What does happen after nightfall, anyway?"

Looking over the arsenal spread out... well. Not like it was the first time she'd seen that. Actually, she tried to pick up which ones he hadn't gotten to yet, so she could help out.

[skysung]

Only a moment after the door had shut behind Justine, it swung open again, preceded by a soft whistle that at least Thomas, with his enhanced senses, would have heard. Just like every other time Thomas' door was opened without his permission, a small dragon sat back on her hind legs and peered through the doorway. Kitten voiced an inquisitive trill on seeing that he already had company, a woman she had yet to meet. Was he busy right now?

On the other hand, though, she could smell something good in the room. Thomas was typically willing to share food with her, so she took a few steps in.