She was probably almost certainly going to eventually get into something resembling trouble, but it had been so long since she'd had a space she could call her own, even temporarily, that Nessie couldn't quite help but take advantage of the solitude. So after training on Monday she changed into overall shorts and a tank top, her feet bare, her hair pinned up lazily. She decided to stand on her desk chair and use a staple gun to cover the far wall of the room in white butcher paper. Once it was covered, she began to draw, sketching the outline of her mural on the paper; she was a good portion of the way into it when the knock came and she hopped off the chair, moving to answer the door, knowing Chase was heading over at some point.
When she found him on the other side she smiled warmly, her face lighting up the way it did when she used to see her food coming in a restaurant. Nessie almost leaned in to embrace him, but she paused, unsure if that was wise all things considered.
Her tongue wet her lips and she stepped aside, closing her door behind them. It's so good to see you, she admitted. They're hardly spoken the past week and a half - it left her feeling empty inside, lonely seeping into her bones.