08-08-2018, 08:35 PM
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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Hazel had been, unfortunately, caught in the rain, and was nearly drenched by the time she reached the estate. She'd ended up draping her rain coat over her bag to keep the contents dry. She didn't enjoy the rain, but she didn't particularly mind it, either; her hair was already a lost cause in every situation, and her shoes were dangling from her fingertips five minutes into the trek towards the Ren household (which wasn't as far away as one might think.)
She was...fairly used to sleepovers at this point in time; she'd been living with Shay and Margy for the majority of her time away from her old house. On rare ocassions she would fall asleep at Bastille's, usually by accident. He'd never really woken her up and reminded her of the time, but instead left her to sleep. Anyway, Lessa's message had taken her by slight surprise: she didn't know the girl all that well, but still felt honored that she had invited her over.
After arriving, Hazel hesitated half a moment before letting herself in, a bit adverse to standing in the downpour. "Uh," She started a bit awkwardly. "Thanks for inviting us, Lessa. Do you possibly have a towel I could use to dry off with?" Hazel asked sheepishly, picking at her sopping shirt. "And...a bathroom I can change in?" Because she was not about to sit on Lessa's nice furniture when she was soaking wet.
She was...fairly used to sleepovers at this point in time; she'd been living with Shay and Margy for the majority of her time away from her old house. On rare ocassions she would fall asleep at Bastille's, usually by accident. He'd never really woken her up and reminded her of the time, but instead left her to sleep. Anyway, Lessa's message had taken her by slight surprise: she didn't know the girl all that well, but still felt honored that she had invited her over.
After arriving, Hazel hesitated half a moment before letting herself in, a bit adverse to standing in the downpour. "Uh," She started a bit awkwardly. "Thanks for inviting us, Lessa. Do you possibly have a towel I could use to dry off with?" Hazel asked sheepishly, picking at her sopping shirt. "And...a bathroom I can change in?" Because she was not about to sit on Lessa's nice furniture when she was soaking wet.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better