InsaneJournal

Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Casa de los Wolfpack
When: Evening and onward
Warnings: Always a probability


Henn had a cunning plan, or at least as cunning as her plans ever were, which in this case really wasn't that much and it was more for fun anyway. She'd gone shopping that day, since it was time for a change of wardrobe, which in her case meant new underoos.

She hummed to herself as she got dressed, or, more importantly, undressed, grinning at her reflection before leaning around her bedroom door: "Soren? Could I get your opinion on something?" She called, not entirely sure where in the house he was, not that it mattered much.