[ fine, fine, she simply closes the door. although she does wonder whether it doesn't constitute a crime against public safety to leave it unlocked. but then her stomach stomach rumbles with its own cordis-invoked hunger and—
oh, sod it. ]
I could carry you.
[ it's precisely the sort of offer she'd never make if she wasn't now viciously eager to get to a plate of food. ]
no subject
oh, sod it. ]
I could carry you.
[ it's precisely the sort of offer she'd never make if she wasn't now viciously eager to get to a plate of food. ]