RL with Vanessa - Impromptu Lessons on Computer Manipulation

[reliablekiller]

To say that Mireille did not have company often would have been a massive understatement. Before Kirika had moved in, the last person to come into her small home had been her uncle, and that had been nearly four years ago. She rather liked the fact that she had a place that was just hers. She'd found it necessary to share that space with her new

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[reliablekiller]

If Mireille had known Vanessa was being dropped off by Jack Frost, she might have tried to meet them outside. She was rather curious about the supernatural being. Still, she didn't know, so it was hardly an issue.

When she heard the knock, she considered pretending she was not home, eyes half-closed as she looked across at the door. Still, that would have been rather rude.

Finally she tugged her legs off the desk and straightened up in her chair. "It's open!" She called out, head tilted to the side. There was a handgun a foot or so from her reach, sitting in the ball-return of the pool table. Her arm tensed unconsciously...just in case.

(( OOC: She's dressed in the clothes from this icon. ))

[reliablekiller]

She relaxed once the other woman entered, rising from her chair. "Yes," She nodded her head, offering the other woman a smile.

"Do you need a towel?" She asked, moving around the edge of the pool table that doubled as her desk, heading towards the linen closet.