Re: luke h/wren h
[She shifts on her feet, a little hint of sway. The window ledge is high, and it comes up to mid-chest on her. There's a swish of movement, yellow fabric over her head, and she lets it float down to the grass in front of him. She leans on the ledge again, precarious, and she smiles, skin and bare, pale and pink.] Maybe I'll just be getting a headstart home.