[ It is in the little things Parker most appreciates Angel; the way she leaves the window always unlocked, always a little bit open for her to slip through. The attention she always gives to ensure the door is locked, even when she personally couldn't care less.
Parker already has her boots off when Angel gets there, jacket left on the back of a chair, wearing only her loose white top, always simple and monochrome colours for her. She looks up from her bottle, water-like liquid with a honey aftertaste. Good enough for an alien planet. Smiles around it and puts the lid back on, setting it on the desk next to her. ]
Yeah.
[ She leans back on the window sill, fingers around it as she shrugs her shoulders a little. Her collarbone dips with the position, bringing to view a very clear mark down her neck, a memory for not many days ago left by Angel (not that she minds, might just as well be kind of happy with the mark left by her). ]
You took long.
[ Not a complaint, but rather a tease, eyebrow arching slightly. See? Stairs are useless. ]
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Parker already has her boots off when Angel gets there, jacket left on the back of a chair, wearing only her loose white top, always simple and monochrome colours for her. She looks up from her bottle, water-like liquid with a honey aftertaste. Good enough for an alien planet. Smiles around it and puts the lid back on, setting it on the desk next to her. ]
Yeah.
[ She leans back on the window sill, fingers around it as she shrugs her shoulders a little. Her collarbone dips with the position, bringing to view a very clear mark down her neck, a memory for not many days ago left by Angel (not that she minds, might just as well be kind of happy with the mark left by her). ]
You took long.
[ Not a complaint, but rather a tease, eyebrow arching slightly. See? Stairs are useless. ]