WHO: Amelia and Scorpius WHAT:Finding any excuse to be together. Celebrating the end of the Apocalypse. WHEN: Fifteen minutes after this. WHERE: The Weir RATING: Quite Possibly High (sexual situations ahead, ahoy!) STATUS: In Progress
Having been asked by Cordelia to scan various texts that were lying about the Hyperion, into the computer so they could be added to the online demonic database, Amelia had hurried through the chore as quickly as possible while taking care to do it right the first time. It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but it was something to help pull her weight and she didn't want to screw it up.
Anxious to go see Scorpius when she finished, however, Amelia did hurry. Soon enough she was finished, and made a mad dash to her room to get ready. Her hair was brushed and clasped loosely at her neck, her jogging pants were replaced with jeans, and she made certain she had both her phone and her lightsaber before darting down the stairs and out the door. After a quick stop at the desk to check out, of course, so no one would worry.
The trip there was rather uneventful. The sound of one siren drew Amelia's attention to a nearby street as she passed, but it wasn't anything dire enough to deter her from her destination. She arrived and quickly slipped inside the complex, heading directly for Scorpius' room. Her stomach was fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, nevermind it hadn't been very long since they'd last spent time together. She couldn't help it. When she was around him, she was happier. More at ease.
With a brilliant smile on her face, she knocked on his door and anxiously waited for him to answer.