Re: Quicklog: Ceil/Daniel
[He looked thinner, she thought, once she could see him a little clearer. His clothes were worn or he'd lost weight, and she couldn't decide which. But, he was more coherent than she expected him to be. The apartment smelled like coffee, dust, and books.—When he smiled, Ceil grinned back. He said she looked good, and she giggled. She gave him a twirl, her hair flinging out in cotton-candy wilderness. A little breathless when she came to a stop, and more than a touch dizzy, she came toward Daniel like a drunk, but she latched onto him, like a white kitten to playful fingers. She looked up at him, blinking too much until the fluid in her ears found balance. Her smile was pleased as punch.] You missed me.