Room 415, Tuesday Evening

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had been dreading - and looking forward to - this moment since Sunday. She had tried on both of her dresses before deciding neither of them made her feel very comfortable, and comfortable was something she should be - so she was wearing her nicest sweater and trousers, all black and eggplant. She was still fidgeting with it. Perhaps she

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[gavegoodface]

Face was in fact wearing his suit. And he'd brought flowers.

Also he was early, so he stood in the hallway for longer than was probably necessary before knocking.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra didn't jump, at least. There was that small victory.

She walked towards the door with big steps, pulling the door open with slightly more force than what was probably necessary. "Garik."

[gavegoodface]

Face held the flowers up, not at all like a shield, really. "Cass, you look good."

[seeks_truth]

"Thank you," Cassandra said, and Maker help her, she still blushed over bloody flowers.

She reached for them. "You are... wearing your suit."

Yes, astute.