[ he won't be very bored for so long, because lumine storms up the stairs and into the study several minutes later. she's only wearing a towel, much of her hair still dry save for the ends, a look of disbelief and displeasure clearly written all over her face. she quickly stomps over to ajax's desk, slamming the hand that's not holding the towel together on the wooden surface.
does she care that she's tracking water on the tatami mat? no. does she care that she just might splash water on his laptop? no, either. ]
What is this?
[ she points at the back of her neck, the hickey left on her neck looking like a birthmark of some sort with how dark it is against her pale skin. ]
no subject
does she care that she's tracking water on the tatami mat? no. does she care that she just might splash water on his laptop? no, either. ]
What is this?
[ she points at the back of her neck, the hickey left on her neck looking like a birthmark of some sort with how dark it is against her pale skin. ]
You told me we didn't do anything last night!