The resident of room 111, one Goldilocks, is currently lounging on her bed, arrayed in little more than a black satin pajama shirt and panties. She's clipping her fingernails and half-watching an episode of Man vs. Wild on the Discovery Channel. Thanks to the volume of the television, the conversation in the hallway goes unheard. But the oddly cushioned knock does not.
"It's open," she calls out distractedly.
No-one enters.
She sighs, then gets up and pads over to the door.
This is not Steph, because she never knocks. And it's not Willow or Makita either, as they would have come in at the invite. However, it could be one of her politer friends, or a past lover wanting some repeat action.
She's partially correct with the latter option.
"Oh. It's you," she declares on opening the door. Goldy hasn't forgotten (or forgiven) the god's inexplicable ditching move (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17332367.html?thread=723488143) last Summer. As such, she doesn't look overly pleased to see him.
The child earns a curious eyebrow, but the focus remains primarily on Eros.
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"It's open," she calls out distractedly.
No-one enters.
She sighs, then gets up and pads over to the door.
This is not Steph, because she never knocks. And it's not Willow or Makita either, as they would have come in at the invite. However, it could be one of her politer friends, or a past lover wanting some repeat action.
She's partially correct with the latter option.
"Oh. It's you," she declares on opening the door. Goldy hasn't forgotten (or forgiven) the god's inexplicable ditching move (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17332367.html?thread=723488143) last Summer. As such, she doesn't look overly pleased to see him.
The child earns a curious eyebrow, but the focus remains primarily on Eros.
"You're a bit late aren't you?"