WHO: April Foster and Mephistopheles WHAT: Good company, and indulging Meph's vanity with charcoals. WHERE: April's Swansea flat WARNINGS: Uh... potential unexpected adorability?
It wasn't as if April thought it was necessary to clean herself up with Mephisto on the way, but the thought of sprawling on her sofa chatting with him in her dinosaur-print PJs was a little... awkward. So the moment she confirmed him coming, she scrambled to pull some clothes on - just jeans and a t-shirt, nothing fancy - and pull her hair up in a ponytail.
She put the kettle on (though she still wasn't entirely sure if he didn't or couldn't drink anything, she wanted some, and she might as well be prepared in case he could and would) and set about to figuring out where her sketchbook had gone in the mild clutter of books and art supplies.