[ meanwhile Nero had prepared. but before anybody starts thinking it's just for his sake, this is how she prepares for an evening alone with a book. candles? vanilla scented. rose petals? scattered on the floor. gold glitter? on every goddamn thing. and her clothing? well, if a thin and gauzy robe barely draped around her shoulders counts as clothing, then yes, she's dressed.
and she's stretched herself out along a bed that might actually not exist under all the pillows. because by the gods, she did not exaggerate. many of them as garish and scarlet and trimmed in golden chords as her usual attire. many others adorably squishy and cat-shaped. she has one of those underneath her propped elbow, so it's smiley cat face is all scrunched up.
but Nero doesn't move when she hears the knock. or the phone buzzing. instead, she flips a bit of bangs off her face and shouts. ]
so he dressed like a booty call
and she's stretched herself out along a bed that might actually not exist under all the pillows. because by the gods, she did not exaggerate. many of them as garish and scarlet and trimmed in golden chords as her usual attire. many others adorably squishy and cat-shaped. she has one of those underneath her propped elbow, so it's smiley cat face is all scrunched up.
but Nero doesn't move when she hears the knock. or the phone buzzing. instead, she flips a bit of bangs off her face and shouts. ]
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