[ Whereas he's wondering why he slept with a woman, Amelia is wondering who exactly is this foreigner she's shacked up with. There's something about his face... If only she weren't so hungover, she might recognize it. Ah, it'll come to her. Eventually.
She sits up, pulling the top sheet with her to keep herself covered as she peers over the edge of the bed in search of her clothes. ]
I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly clear on what transpired last night. Obviously, I can make some logical assumptions, but the memories to back them up are hazy at best.
[ Shirt spotted, she leans over to swipe it up from the floor and pull it on. ]
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She sits up, pulling the top sheet with her to keep herself covered as she peers over the edge of the bed in search of her clothes. ]
I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly clear on what transpired last night. Obviously, I can make some logical assumptions, but the memories to back them up are hazy at best.
[ Shirt spotted, she leans over to swipe it up from the floor and pull it on. ]