[What a knack this catboy has for showing up comparatively earlier than expected. Fortunately, Summer had already started carefully extracting herself from bed as soon as Ezar had signed off, so she's still mostly put-together and in position to sneak out by the time his next text arrives.
It takes her a minute to shuffle across the apartment toward the main entrance, closing the bedroom door silently behind her. Possibly she could've gotten more properly dressed if she'd had a little more time, but as it is, she's decent enough in what look like a pair of wind silk pants and camisole with an oversize shirt hastily thrown around her shoulders.
She cracks the door as quietly as she can, rubbing sleep from one eye, and frowns at the sight of Ezar.]
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It takes her a minute to shuffle across the apartment toward the main entrance, closing the bedroom door silently behind her. Possibly she could've gotten more properly dressed if she'd had a little more time, but as it is, she's decent enough in what look like a pair of wind silk pants and camisole with an oversize shirt hastily thrown around her shoulders.
She cracks the door as quietly as she can, rubbing sleep from one eye, and frowns at the sight of Ezar.]
You look terrible.
[Hello to you too, Summer.]
What's wrong?