[ There are a couple times during the wait for Denji that she wonders just what she's doing. Inviting someone over, and a cute guy at that? Had this place softened her so much? She tells herself that the people here on base are different. Denji is different. She doesn't have to pretend to be normal around other Outsiders. She can just be herself. And, when she was herself, Denji didn't run screaming.
It'll be fine. They're just going to watch a movie, maybe two. Maybe even three if there's time for it. Telling herself that over and over does little to keep her heart from threatening to jump out of her throat.
As for the rest of her, she does jump right off her bed's edge at the knock. Whatever reservations she might still have, it's too late now. Thankfully she doesn't look stressed at all as she opens the door. Cleanly dressed in a loose sweater and skirt, hair brushed, you can hardly tell she's been thinking so hard that her furrowed eyebrows almost gave her a headache. If anything, the sight of him all cleaned up and with a box of donuts in hand makes her expression light up. ]
I said it was unlocked. [ She's not bothered in the slightest, of course. If anything, she's amused at how polite he was to knock. Cute.
Lucy steps back to let him in, a hand keeping the door open. ]
C'mon in.
[ Her dorm isn't extravagant in decor. It's certainly lived in, though. Dirty clothes in one hamper, clean clothes neatly folded in another, the bedsheets a bit crumpled from use, a work apron from the izakaya draped over her desk chair, shoes tucked clumsily by the door; she has the tendency to just toss things where they seem they should go. Or she cleaned up in a hurry and figured "this will do." ]
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It'll be fine. They're just going to watch a movie, maybe two. Maybe even three if there's time for it. Telling herself that over and over does little to keep her heart from threatening to jump out of her throat.
As for the rest of her, she does jump right off her bed's edge at the knock. Whatever reservations she might still have, it's too late now. Thankfully she doesn't look stressed at all as she opens the door. Cleanly dressed in a loose sweater and skirt, hair brushed, you can hardly tell she's been thinking so hard that her furrowed eyebrows almost gave her a headache. If anything, the sight of him all cleaned up and with a box of donuts in hand makes her expression light up. ]
I said it was unlocked. [ She's not bothered in the slightest, of course. If anything, she's amused at how polite he was to knock. Cute.
Lucy steps back to let him in, a hand keeping the door open. ]
C'mon in.
[ Her dorm isn't extravagant in decor. It's certainly lived in, though. Dirty clothes in one hamper, clean clothes neatly folded in another, the bedsheets a bit crumpled from use, a work apron from the izakaya draped over her desk chair, shoes tucked clumsily by the door; she has the tendency to just toss things where they seem they should go. Or she cleaned up in a hurry and figured "this will do." ]