ITS ALL GOOD. Small powerplay of her leading him inside, hope that's alright.
The room had been a mess, the previous night the young woman had flung things around, not yet accustomed to the new arrangement of her solitude. Sure maybe Fritz was going to come back, but if he didn't...Hadley had Ismeme, so what was set aside for her? Still, Sel could not muster up the knowledge as to why Hadley would do that to her. Why couldn't he have just told her that they were over? Instead of traipsing back with the scent of another woman on his pelt, leaving the victim to put two and two together? That was so wrong. Screw them both. The night had been sent rolling restlessly in the large bed, finding no reason to close her eyes in peace, find a reason to lay silently happy where she was.
As the white light of morning was strewn in through her window, the fresh luminance resting over her over tired slender form. The sound of knocking on the door was the only thing that roused her from the soft gauzy feeling of the bed. Black fingers grasped a shirt from the bedpost, white and ever so agreeable to her scarred body. She had no time for jeans, all she could do was pull the long top around her waist, hoping it would compensate for something to the knocker. Sel made her way to the door, pulling the door open to gaze sleepily at the familiar face.
Eyes the color of blood, a dark muscular frame. She knew this man. Selene grasped the name in an instant, suddenly feeling underdressed in her white shirt. Thanatos! H-Hello! What brought you here? Her own blood eyes were bewildered, opening the door behind her small physique. Want to come in? Selene gestured with her small hand to the messy house, large ears flattening shyly as her lack of cleanliness was exposed. It was pretty much the bedroom that seemed to be presentable enough.
He was nice enough, he had tried to help her when she had come close to fainting that one time, defended her when Amy had hit her. So why wouldn't she want to invite him in? A small visit was good enough, right? A small smile graced her coyote features, kicking a pile of clothing to the side as she lead him inside. How've you been? The hybrid asked conversationally, large ears perked as she say down on a chair, crossing her legs under eachother subconsciously.
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