[she thinks on it for a tick, still laying in bed. there's something to that offer of an escort that has her heart rate rising. from nerves, from something else, and she almost accepts it, shifting in bed to sit up, going to say something, and then stopping herself.
should anyone they know see them, it may give them the wrong idea. were it Keith, or Lance, or especially Shiro after having spoken to him about how their conversation had gone so wrong. they would think her falling for him again, for being weakminded, for--
she glances over at Platt, who remains sleeping despite his position being disturbed.]
We can convene near the arena. [she's quiet, and there's the sound of fabric shifting as she changes out of her sleepwear into something more appropriate for a late-night walk with a former... she bites back the thought. shuts her eyes to gather herself.]
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should anyone they know see them, it may give them the wrong idea. were it Keith, or Lance, or especially Shiro after having spoken to him about how their conversation had gone so wrong. they would think her falling for him again, for being weakminded, for--
she glances over at Platt, who remains sleeping despite his position being disturbed.]
We can convene near the arena. [she's quiet, and there's the sound of fabric shifting as she changes out of her sleepwear into something more appropriate for a late-night walk with a former... she bites back the thought. shuts her eyes to gather herself.]
I will see you in a few dobashes, Lotor.