[She looks skeptically at the couch, then pops up to her feet, deciding a bed would be best. She walks in that direction, then casts a look over her shoulder, braid falling down her back and eyes bright and with a gleam in them, a smirk on her face.]
Coming?
[That's definitely a flirtation. Her eyelashes dip down, and she turns back to their doors, heading for her bedroom. Hers is more decorated than his probably is, her blanket on her bed bright and knit, soft to the touch. It's not a big bedroom, but she has some knick knacks on a shelf, bright yellow curtains. Her closet is open, but doesn't house many clothes yet.
She picks a tanktop up off the bed and sets it on the nightstand, sitting down on the bed and then crawling over to the other side. She waits there, sitting up and waiting to see how Kaz will want her.]
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Coming?
[That's definitely a flirtation. Her eyelashes dip down, and she turns back to their doors, heading for her bedroom. Hers is more decorated than his probably is, her blanket on her bed bright and knit, soft to the touch. It's not a big bedroom, but she has some knick knacks on a shelf, bright yellow curtains. Her closet is open, but doesn't house many clothes yet.
She picks a tanktop up off the bed and sets it on the nightstand, sitting down on the bed and then crawling over to the other side. She waits there, sitting up and waiting to see how Kaz will want her.]