Room 327, Sunday Morning

[twintuitionist]

As a Maltese, Juliet had learned that the perfect nap spot was a pashmina human-Juliet had carelessly discarded in a corner of her room.

The bonus: The pashmina also offered some quick cover when she woke up from a nap and suddenly wasn't a toy dog anymore

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[child_of_rer]

Sov hadn't seen Juliet in a while, so this morning they decided to stop by their room with a pot of coffee and two mugs.

They had finally got used to the coffee. And yes, it had to be addictive. It just seemed like they couldn't wake up properly without it.

Sov knocked on the door, managing to balance the tray in one hand.

[twintuitionist]

"It's open," Juliet called from her station in front of the mirror. Clean and clothed by now, she was applying a coat of deep red lipstick. "Can you tell me what day it is?"

She didn't know it was Sov, but her question would have been the same for anyone.

[child_of_rer]

What day? "Sunday." There was a pause as Sov pushed the door open. "Are you ok?" they added, sounding a little concerned.

[twintuitionist]

Sunday. It had been Friday the last she had known, so... "Everything's grand," she beamed. "i think I had a wee case of Fandom, but if it was over in two days I can hardly complain, can I? How are you? Have I missed anything this weekend?"

Give her a moment: eventually she'd figure out she'd mislaid a whole week.