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Above the flower shop: Gwen & Jason
Who: Gwen & Jason
What: Netflixand chill
Where: Gwen's place
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Gwen's apartment, which was located above the flower shop, was super small. It didn't have a living room, and the view outside the window was gravestones as far as the eye could see. It was on the second floor, and the door was white and lacked a doorbell. Gwen had obtained a few decorations online, mostly from Etsy and in the form of posters for movies she'd watched during her stay at the facility.
She wore socks with a sweater and denim shorts, all of which she'd ordered online. Her copper hair was loose, and her laptop was in the center of the bed, with Netflix predominantly displayed on the screen.
She wasn't worried about Jason's visit, but she wasn't precisely sure what the protocol was for social visits of this nature. Should she order pizza? Should she have beer available? Would a movie be enough entertainment? How long was he intending to stay? She looked out the window, and she tried to draw from stored memories that didn't belong to her, but she was having trouble accessing anything that was just social and simple. Most of the the donor's stuff was high emotion. It was hospital rooms and confessions of cheating. It was forums and confessions of cheating. It was museums and kisses. It was a monster and alleys and libraries. There wasn't a lot of stuff that was just normal interaction between people. The closest she had, when it came to Jason, was a movie in a park, which was going to kind of have to do in the absence of anything else.
Decided, she tugged her sleeves down, in order to conceal to the purpling of fresh IV marks on pale skin, and she played music that she'd just discovered (coincidentally), and that she totally loved.
What: Netflix
Where: Gwen's place
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Gwen's apartment, which was located above the flower shop, was super small. It didn't have a living room, and the view outside the window was gravestones as far as the eye could see. It was on the second floor, and the door was white and lacked a doorbell. Gwen had obtained a few decorations online, mostly from Etsy and in the form of posters for movies she'd watched during her stay at the facility.
She wore socks with a sweater and denim shorts, all of which she'd ordered online. Her copper hair was loose, and her laptop was in the center of the bed, with Netflix predominantly displayed on the screen.
She wasn't worried about Jason's visit, but she wasn't precisely sure what the protocol was for social visits of this nature. Should she order pizza? Should she have beer available? Would a movie be enough entertainment? How long was he intending to stay? She looked out the window, and she tried to draw from stored memories that didn't belong to her, but she was having trouble accessing anything that was just social and simple. Most of the the donor's stuff was high emotion. It was hospital rooms and confessions of cheating. It was forums and confessions of cheating. It was museums and kisses. It was a monster and alleys and libraries. There wasn't a lot of stuff that was just normal interaction between people. The closest she had, when it came to Jason, was a movie in a park, which was going to kind of have to do in the absence of anything else.
Decided, she tugged her sleeves down, in order to conceal to the purpling of fresh IV marks on pale skin, and she played music that she'd just discovered (coincidentally), and that she totally loved.