07-21-2017, 09:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-21-2017, 09:52 AM by Kenna.
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Margot wasn't far behind. She wasn't shouting through the house like the other two, but that wasn't to say she wasn't guilty of the practice herself. It was more that by the time the door to her bedroom swung open the Doc was already hollering assumptions of guilt down the stairway to drown out any 'whaddaya want?' that she may have had to contribute to the shoutversation.
She came down the stairs barefooted and in a pair of denim shorts that were high enough on pale lean thighs that they threatened to disappear beneath the hem of a slightly-large long-sleeved tee, colored primarily black but smudged a spectrum of grays here and there (ash-- the smell of smoke still clung to her hair as well, she'd been practicing something up there). She blinked with mild surprise at what she found in the study. From Ned with the book in his lap, Will seated straight-backed and nervous and looking like he was (mostly) ready for an interview, and Doc glaring at the both of them.
"Uhh... Hi, guys?"
That was about it. Other than that, and sans glare, she was with Doc on this one.
She came down the stairs barefooted and in a pair of denim shorts that were high enough on pale lean thighs that they threatened to disappear beneath the hem of a slightly-large long-sleeved tee, colored primarily black but smudged a spectrum of grays here and there (ash-- the smell of smoke still clung to her hair as well, she'd been practicing something up there). She blinked with mild surprise at what she found in the study. From Ned with the book in his lap, Will seated straight-backed and nervous and looking like he was (mostly) ready for an interview, and Doc glaring at the both of them.
"Uhh... Hi, guys?"
That was about it. Other than that, and sans glare, she was with Doc on this one.