it's a single word to describe what is most certainly the worst morning that anne can remember in a very, very long time. and though she's awake, she feels as if she should bathe, should eat (or not, perhaps), and certainly dress in the clothes she was wearing the night before. a glance at them, however, reminds her of some of what she'd allowed to transpire and she feels a certain shame that she's woken in another person's house.
she remembers crowley coming for her, helping her, hydrating her, and putting her to bed. she vaguely remembers some of what she'd said and, as she dresses, she sighs at the feel of the denim. it's not who she is, but she'll wear it home before disposing of it.
she moves downstairs cautiously and, seeing crowley on the sofa, clears her throat quietly.]
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it's a single word to describe what is most certainly the worst morning that anne can remember in a very, very long time. and though she's awake, she feels as if she should bathe, should eat (or not, perhaps), and certainly dress in the clothes she was wearing the night before. a glance at them, however, reminds her of some of what she'd allowed to transpire and she feels a certain shame that she's woken in another person's house.
she remembers crowley coming for her, helping her, hydrating her, and putting her to bed. she vaguely remembers some of what she'd said and, as she dresses, she sighs at the feel of the denim. it's not who she is, but she'll wear it home before disposing of it.
she moves downstairs cautiously and, seeing crowley on the sofa, clears her throat quietly.]
Good morning.