Phoebe
And now she knows
Beautiful things take time
Beautiful things take time
Phoebe knew he was bound to break rules. She knew he would still get in some trouble. But the fact that he not only had the restraint to not push his luck further and respond instead with a very gentlemanly gesture was a sign that he could live within some boundaries. If he had to - by which she meant if pot brownies were in the deal. "Well now that you've a room all your own, perhaps you can start collecting some things." Phoebe teased with a grin. "Besides, you've got first pick - just stick to the first floor if you would. The ladies will be on the second floor." she said before heading back upstairs to her own new abode in the attic.
She made quick work of showering off the ash and grime that covered her, donning a light sun dress (which was still far too modest by Torcher standards), before making a little door sign - writing 'James' in a tropical green, calligraphy style hand. As she headed back down she did indeed holler. "James, dear, what room did you pick?" she called, not realizing Branbast was trailing behind her.
She made quick work of showering off the ash and grime that covered her, donning a light sun dress (which was still far too modest by Torcher standards), before making a little door sign - writing 'James' in a tropical green, calligraphy style hand. As she headed back down she did indeed holler. "James, dear, what room did you pick?" she called, not realizing Branbast was trailing behind her.
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