[Location: Lobby then outside] You can brush my hair; undress me everywhere

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie jerked back to consciousness on the couch where she lay. Her hand went to her face, scrubbing it tiredly. When she'd splayed across one of the couches in the mansion lobby, she hadn't expected to fall asleep. But, apparently, she had. She sat up with a grunt, scrubbing a hand down her face before scratching at her scalp. Sending her sleep-

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[makeshisownway]

Peter was making his way back to the mansion after meeting Faith. Now, he really was tempted to make a Christmas party to prove her wrong, but that took a lot effort and money he didn't really have. He scratched his forehead in thought as he crossed the street, looking up to see Cassie. It'd been a few days since they talked and he smiled at her, waving.

Completely unaware of the whole boxers situation.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and focused on it. It was Peter waving at her. Peter waving at her...in boxers. Well, that answered that question. She gave him a small wave and a smile, hoping her cheeks weren't as red as they felt.

She really didn't need to see that. Well, at least that's what she told herself.

[makeshisownway]

And, Peter was completely oblivious. Poor Cassie.

He jogged up next to her. "Still scared of the dog, Cass?"

[slasher_slayer]

All 'holy shit, he's in his underwear' aside, Cassie huffed, looking over at him. "No, I'm not scared of the dog and thank you so much for bring it up."

She looked him over, frowning. How was he okay with this? It wasn't that warm out and he had to have been getting cold. She opened her mouth to say as much, but what came out was: "Do you know what'd look good on you? Me."