the commander was starkly dressed in comparison, lazily put on dress blues and some excellently (terribly ) tied back hair.
" haha. . " she exhales softly. " breakfast is fine. "
perhaps it was the coat she was wearing — or perhaps it was the fancy red dress she had underneath, especially for the celebrations. or perhaps it were the remaining stray lipstick marks...
“ now who could that be, hm? ” walking closer, she offered an arm. “ breakfast first? ”
she stares a moment, blinking as she wakes up more — Kleo looks... slightly different.
" i'm sore — cause of a certain synthetic individual. . the festivities haven't even begun yet. "
leaning against the wall across from her door; a loose coat thrown over her frame, in a pose as if she were smoking.
“ morning, you... had a fun night? must have, sleeping in this much... ”