[Charlie isn't in the right shirt. Not that she's aware of this. At present, she;s curled up in Stiles bed, after one very...interesting and pretty awesome night, still almost entirely sound asleep in just her underwear and a shirt that really was not hers. And she looks pretty content.
There's no expression of unease on her face as there usually is when she slept. It's actually a pretty alright stretch of sleep she'd gotten, even if it was only a few hours.
She rolls over on the bed, frowning at the way the shirt twists around her. She opens her eyes to look, blinking sleepily for a moment. Yup. Definitely not her shirt. She didn't own anything that said 'Mac and Cheese' on it.]
Hmm.
[What an intelligent and well thought out reaction, Charlie. 'Hmm'. So insightful. She looks again at the shirt as she stretches out on her stomach, buries her face in her arms to stifle a yawn and sighs softly. It seems as though 'hmm' is all she's capable of getting out.]
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There's no expression of unease on her face as there usually is when she slept. It's actually a pretty alright stretch of sleep she'd gotten, even if it was only a few hours.
She rolls over on the bed, frowning at the way the shirt twists around her. She opens her eyes to look, blinking sleepily for a moment.
Yup. Definitely not her shirt. She didn't own anything that said 'Mac and Cheese' on it.]
Hmm.
[What an intelligent and well thought out reaction, Charlie. 'Hmm'. So insightful. She looks again at the shirt as she stretches out on her stomach, buries her face in her arms to stifle a yawn and sighs softly. It seems as though 'hmm' is all she's capable of getting out.]