Who: Rory & Fiona What: Hanging out and Rory's powers having fun When: October 16th Where: Fiona's apartment Rating: TBD Status: Closed/Incomplete
Fiona had been excited to finally get Rory into her aparment, doing her best to make his entrance into the tiny little flat as easy as possible. She’d even brought the kitchen table into the living room so that he wouldn’t have to wheel into that tiny space, the pizza waiting on the table. The box holding her “Firefly” DVDs sat on top of the TV and Fiona had been halfway through mixing some chip dip when she heard a knock on the door. Rory was her best guy friend, and that hadn’t changed with age. Her blissful ignorance of her deeper feelings for him had made some things easier for them, but it also meant that she was less sensitive about everything else. Like how maybe Rory didn’t like the idea of her being with Seth the way that Layla loved it. Or how her having a handsome, single, male roommate with working legs might bother him.
Fiona put the dip onto the table as she headed to the door, her feet bare on the carpet as Bruce hand before her and began to bark madly at the door. Bruce loved Rory- Rory never stood up, therefore he could just lounge on the man all day. The medium checked herself in the mirror quickly, her brown hair in a high pony tail. She had managed to keep her loose, plum tank clean of dip thankfully. With just jeans on the bottom, she was as casual as she got.
“Hey Rory!” Fiona greeted, giving him plenty of room to roll right into the living room.