[ lumine wakes up a little earlier this time, having slept just past midnight. she didn't even realise she's fallen asleep, her laptop sitting next to her on the bed, paperwork scattered over the sheets. she simply assumes that she was that exhausted, and why wouldn't she be? she was placed on a hot seat, pressured to confess something she didn't do.
in any case, she pads out of the bedroom, wanting a cup of coffee to wake her up, yawning and shuffling past ajax as he busies himself in front of the stove. lumine adjusts the collar of her nightshirt, the article of clothing falling off of her shoulder. another casualty of her past trysts, clearly. ]
Morning ...
[ the cool surface of the fridge feels nice against her skin, especially when she leans her head against it for a minute, opening the fridge door after and taking out the milk. ]
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in any case, she pads out of the bedroom, wanting a cup of coffee to wake her up, yawning and shuffling past ajax as he busies himself in front of the stove. lumine adjusts the collar of her nightshirt, the article of clothing falling off of her shoulder. another casualty of her past trysts, clearly. ]
Morning ...
[ the cool surface of the fridge feels nice against her skin, especially when she leans her head against it for a minute, opening the fridge door after and taking out the milk. ]
What are you cooking?