( it takes kimberly a good ten minutes of grumbling and vague hand gestures towards the door before she's actually presentable enough to open it. she vaguely considers changing out of what had counted as pajamas the night before — shorts that were arguably too short to be worn in public (not that it ever stopped her) and one of too many tank tops worn loosely over her shoulders — but decides she doesn't really care enough just yet.
that is, until clary's nervous smile and shockingly red mane greets her from the other side, fingertips tugging on the ends of her ponytail in a way that somehow claims all of kimberly's attention. ) Uh, hey. ( not that she's unhappy to see her. which is exactly what that sounds like. disgruntled and unhappy about being woken up, sure, but not so much about the company behind it.
blinking the grogginess out of her eyes, she listens as clary tries to explain the rationale for her visit. something about a scavenger hunt, and food, and money, which was never really a bad reason to do anything as far as she's concerned. plus the invitation to loop kimberly in on her potential winnings.
it wasn't like she had anything to lose, right? )
Am I... yeah, yeah, that sounds great. Let me put, like, actual clothes on, though? Two seconds.
( and while her hand releases the hold on the door, she doesn't actually close it, just leaves it open as she trudges back towards her closet. whether clary comes closer or not, the sight of kimberly tugging that tank top over her shoulders is not one that's hidden from view. or the rest of the steps in her changing process, for that matter. )
makes this a disaster, obviously.
that is, until clary's nervous smile and shockingly red mane greets her from the other side, fingertips tugging on the ends of her ponytail in a way that somehow claims all of kimberly's attention. ) Uh, hey. ( not that she's unhappy to see her. which is exactly what that sounds like. disgruntled and unhappy about being woken up, sure, but not so much about the company behind it.
blinking the grogginess out of her eyes, she listens as clary tries to explain the rationale for her visit. something about a scavenger hunt, and food, and money, which was never really a bad reason to do anything as far as she's concerned. plus the invitation to loop kimberly in on her potential winnings.
it wasn't like she had anything to lose, right? )
Am I... yeah, yeah, that sounds great. Let me put, like, actual clothes on, though? Two seconds.
( and while her hand releases the hold on the door, she doesn't actually close it, just leaves it open as she trudges back towards her closet. whether clary comes closer or not, the sight of kimberly tugging that tank top over her shoulders is not one that's hidden from view. or the rest of the steps in her changing process, for that matter. )