[She'd fallen back to sleep, after an hour or so of watching her phone screen turning to black and idly flicking it back on again.
The knock is enough to wake her up, though, and when she answers the door she's in a state of dishevelled hair, the crease of a pillow still marked on her cheek, wearing a vest top and shorts, and not looking at all ready to face the world.]
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The knock is enough to wake her up, though, and when she answers the door she's in a state of dishevelled hair, the crease of a pillow still marked on her cheek, wearing a vest top and shorts, and not looking at all ready to face the world.]
... Oh, hey.