She's flipped through the magazines on the table so many times that she's actually considering reading part of Charles' thesis to put herself to sleep - which, yawn.
Thankfully, she doesn't have to resort to such drastic measures before she hears the sound of the door opening, and glances up from where she's draped herself across the couch.
(She doesn't slip back to her normal skin until she knows for sure it's him.)
"Where have you been? Wait, don't tell me: re-search." She says it like him, too, accent and all.
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Date: 2012-03-11 03:21 am (UTC)Thankfully, she doesn't have to resort to such drastic measures before she hears the sound of the door opening, and glances up from where she's draped herself across the couch.
(She doesn't slip back to her normal skin until she knows for sure it's him.)
"Where have you been? Wait, don't tell me: re-search." She says it like him, too, accent and all.