CT’s perched on the end of her mattress, on the bed furthest from the window and closest to the door. She’s in what aren’t exactly PJs, but serve as them—a pair of leggings and a big soft hoodie (brown, as most things she wears still are).
Her laptop, the clunky neon thing with an indecipherable typeface on the keys, is still sat where she was working on it. The other bed is as empty and undisturbed as ever.
“I’m happy to provide somewhere to escape their shamelessness, at least. Hey.” She greets them with that warm smile of hers they get to see more than... probably anyone in the city, actually.
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CT’s perched on the end of her mattress, on the bed furthest from the window and closest to the door. She’s in what aren’t exactly PJs, but serve as them—a pair of leggings and a big soft hoodie (brown, as most things she wears still are).
Her laptop, the clunky neon thing with an indecipherable typeface on the keys, is still sat where she was working on it. The other bed is as empty and undisturbed as ever.
“I’m happy to provide somewhere to escape their shamelessness, at least. Hey.” She greets them with that warm smile of hers they get to see more than... probably anyone in the city, actually.