(Yeah, but the shit she would do for him, you know? She'd fail spectacularly, but she'd be willing. With determination, she nods before she also comes out of the blankets, which doesn't matter much because he made a little silly cape with it.
The complaint is heard, chuckled at and she jumps off the bed to close the curtains. Once that is done, her hands go to her hips as she takes the room around her.)
That sounds like regret-hangover talk. Did you drink, Pete? Can you even have a hangover?
(She also assumes he hasn't eaten, so she's sighing a little, moving to his fridge to see what she can salvage from there.)
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(Yeah, but the shit she would do for him, you know? She'd fail spectacularly, but she'd be willing. With determination, she nods before she also comes out of the blankets, which doesn't matter much because he made a little silly cape with it.
The complaint is heard, chuckled at and she jumps off the bed to close the curtains. Once that is done, her hands go to her hips as she takes the room around her.)
That sounds like regret-hangover talk. Did you drink, Pete? Can you even have a hangover?
(She also assumes he hasn't eaten, so she's sighing a little, moving to his fridge to see what she can salvage from there.)