★ ⌢ dedicated to jet lim ( 2/15 ) ｡ ★ ⌢ @ nory's apartment , bright 'n' early ｡
the sunrise peaking through the curtains acts as her personal wake-up call. there's only one issue: she is glaringly aware of the additional weight in her bed. part of nory wish that she could claim innocence, but the reality is that she was the one to pull him into a cab. she was the one to pull him to the door. a decision made in haste, but still a choice. in whatever game they were playing, she surrendered first. for some people, this would call for a truce— but this is eleanor maddox's apartment & that is ezekiel lim in her bed. a peaceful compromise cannot be an option. it's that thought that pulls her into a sitting position in the bed. she glares over at him, still sleeping peacefully.
moving through the room, she collects a shirt from the ground— only to realize that she definitely came to bed in a dress & that is certainly his shirt in her hands. it's thrown to the ground like it's contaminated, another glare directed at him as if it's his fault. she tugs some of her own clothes from her dresser. unsure of what to do about the predicament at hand, she begins to clean the room. ( it includes folding his clothes into a neat stack. )
she stands over him from the opposite side of the bed, contemplating. as nory sees it, there are two options here: (1) flea the apartment & let him figure his way out, (2) erase all evidence & make him feel insane, or— THUMP! she swats him with a stray pillow. decisively not quite hard enough, so she throws his clothes at his chest with a force that is almost admirable. ❝ rise ‘n shine, asshole. ❞
