It was Peisinoê's day off. Two of them in fact! Today and tomorrow, and she planned on being very producting. The house was, frankly, a mess. While she had her sister did a fairly good job of keeping things clean, she had a tendency to not see anything but what she was focused on some days and Parthenope had an enviable way of navigating around chaos so it didn't particularly bother her. Plus, her sister's schedule had been odd as she switched between two very different jobs.
So. House cleaning. Laundry. Grocery shopping. You know. Functional adult things. Mundane and mortal like though they may be. Heck, she may even sit down and write a letter to her parents!
Well. Probably not that far. Peisinoê preferred to set reasonable expectations for herself when at all possible.
Speaking of quashed expectations, so was the one at her going to bed at a reasonable hour. She got home at 9 from the clinic and thought, well, it was a fine time to just spend a bit in the large greenhouse that dominated their sizeable backyard, tending to the flowers that only blossomed at night. This was the best time to make sure they weren't having any issues that she needed to be aware of, and it was relaxing. A good way to wind down after work. But then she was so distracted by the time she emerged around midnight that she tracked in dirt and mud, so she swept and mopped the kitchen, making her even more exhausted when she trudged into the shower -
Which was interrupted, of course, by her on call phone ringing.
By the time she got home from an emergency blood bag delivery to a paranoid (and yet irresponsible) vampire, it was three AM, and yet it still took her Eingana knows how long to fall asleep. So really. It was a miracle that she even heard the doorbell ring, and that she only stubbed two does and one shoulder as she made her way barefoot through the house in her sleep pants and UCLA sweater with the collar cut off so it hung lose and off the shoulder. Don't judge. Legs were hard when she first woke up, alright?
If she listened to the more paranoid residents she would have a security camera, or a better magical security system. At the very least she would check the peep hole in the door. Then she would certainly have at least finger combed her messy hair. But instead she just pulled open the heavy door to blink confusedly at the tall man in the sunlight (slightly taller than her now that she was barefoot, and that was such a nice change of pace). Before finally. Finally her eyes widened from their narrowed, confused state, "Oh!" And she wasn't entirely sure what she should do first, fix her hair, cover the straps of her sports bra, or ask him how the hell he knew where she lived (whilenot making it sound like she wasn't thrilled he was here) so instead her brain short circuited into inaction, landing firmly on blabbering out a belated - "Good afternoon?"