Who: James & Lotte What: The bffl's make up. Where: 501. When: Shortly after this. Warnings: None.
With Lotte on her way, James closed the laptop and left it buried in the snowy sheets of her bed. She kicked out of her heels, and the pair of glitter strapped spikes went skittering to one lone corner of the bedroom. Although why she was still wearing pumps when she'd been home for a solid hour, and had made the effort to change into yoga pants, was something of a mystery. She was performing a balancing act on the tiny counterspace of her modest kitchen when a knock came to the door.
"It's unlocked!" She shouted over the soft carve of her shoulder while prying loose a box of tea from the top shelf of some forgotten cabinet. James wasn't much of a tea drinker, but she remembered this fruity herbal blend as being one that Lotte was fond of. She'd bought it for just that reason, and now it was a treasure hunt to even find it after the stretch of a fight they'd had.