[The one favor that Eros has done for her is made her a little more expectant to privacy invasions. It's why she doesn't immediately balk when she hears the door open, aside from a small and curious glance. She manages the barest smirk at the gesture, but she doesn't reappear quite in the restraint of five minutes.
She'll meet him as he reaches for the door, clad in shirt with her hair sticking messily to her head under the ratty hat she's far too attached to. The make up on her face has been washed off, which really only leaves the bruises that much more visible.
But their collision at the door only pulls an amused scoff from her, and Fiona holds her hand out expectantly for her drink.]
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She'll meet him as he reaches for the door, clad in shirt with her hair sticking messily to her head under the ratty hat she's far too attached to. The make up on her face has been washed off, which really only leaves the bruises that much more visible.
But their collision at the door only pulls an amused scoff from her, and Fiona holds her hand out expectantly for her drink.]
How sweet.