[ With a little oh, shit under her breath, Cellar scrambles out of her bed and down the stairs, bomber jacket barely covering her sports bra, baggy pants and cozy socks completing the set. She would've put on less of a mish-mash of comfort if she'd spent a few minutes on her look, but. Oh well.
One massive door thrown open later, the attempt to play it cool lasts less than a second. Augh, who allowed Debra to be so pretty. ]
Hey. [ The phone is still in her hand. She puts it away and tugs the hairtie off, messing with her hair until it's nice and loose. ] That was fast.
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One massive door thrown open later, the attempt to play it cool lasts less than a second. Augh, who allowed Debra to be so pretty. ]
Hey. [ The phone is still in her hand. She puts it away and tugs the hairtie off, messing with her hair until it's nice and loose. ] That was fast.
[ Oh no, she's grinning. ]
Come in. You hungry?