[She gets ready slowly and methodically, trying not to let her warring thoughts get the better of her, trying not to let her turmoil of emotions make her break and start to run. She'd been mostly ready to go out before she'd texted Rohan anyway, but now the excitement has dimmed, and even her pleasure at having splurged on a brand-new outfit to temporarily replace her pink dress and sandals isn't doing much to keep her mood afloat.
(He doesn't remember.)
She whistles to Arnold, who joins her faithfully at her side as she heads out and locks the door of her apartment behind her, and catches herself wondering vaguely just how Kira got into their house at all that night, was it through a window or did he break open the door or —
(He doesn't remember.)
She shakes it off, double-checking the lock before walking the healthy distance to Rohan's apartment, feeling for all the world like she's back in her alley, for how little she actually registers her surroundings until she arrives.
(He doesn't remember.)
But she makes it. A few people look oddly at her, one or two look like they might want to talk to her, but ultimately they all leave her alone, pheromones be damned.
She knocks lightly on the door and waits, fidgeting in sweater, skirt, tights, and boots, with Arnold whuffling softly at her side.]
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(He doesn't remember.)
She whistles to Arnold, who joins her faithfully at her side as she heads out and locks the door of her apartment behind her, and catches herself wondering vaguely just how Kira got into their house at all that night, was it through a window or did he break open the door or —
(He doesn't remember.)
She shakes it off, double-checking the lock before walking the healthy distance to Rohan's apartment, feeling for all the world like she's back in her alley, for how little she actually registers her surroundings until she arrives.
(He doesn't remember.)
But she makes it. A few people look oddly at her, one or two look like they might want to talk to her, but ultimately they all leave her alone, pheromones be damned.
She knocks lightly on the door and waits, fidgeting in sweater, skirt, tights, and boots, with Arnold whuffling softly at her side.]