(Lucretia is asleep in bed on her side when her door opens very, very slowly. She isn't a particularly deep sleeper; she comes awake groggily, blinking into the darkness with a sigh.)
What, (she says, and rolls over to face the door, trying to force her eyes open. What's up, she is tired– but she thinks she recognises the figure poking their head around the corner of her bedroom door all the same.) Taako?
date: carnivale evening :-)
What, (she says, and rolls over to face the door, trying to force her eyes open. What's up, she is tired– but she thinks she recognises the figure poking their head around the corner of her bedroom door all the same.) Taako?