[Honestly she just wanted to give him an out. Sarano had reminded her what it's like to be more normal than she'll ever get on her own, or at least what it's like to be able to not worry about her touch around the clock. If he's found something more like that, he should know that she... Understands?
Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]
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Date: 2021-03-17 10:01 pm (UTC)Tone just doesn't carry well through text. Though it's sure carrying something through his, and before she can collect herself enough to make herself scarce, Cobb's banging on the door.
She's not nearly as dressed as him, being in the comfort of her room she's not worrying about touching others on accident. Her gloves are tossed off on her bed and so are her leggings, boots discarded at the foot just below the other articles of clothing. She still has on socks and a hoodie as well as undergarments, a tank and panties, but otherwise she's lounged back with her legs extended out in front of her, a notebook and pen to her left and her phone in her hand still.]
It ain't locked. [She finally grumbles, her stance one of hesitant bullheadedness, as one who's been caught red-handed doing something she knows better about and another who's dug in her heels on the matter, uncertain if she needs to be ready to fight or apologize. She's preparing for both, even though he looks far too handsome for his own good in that getup.]