[ The slices of pizza are neatly tucked in a tupperware; it is also Angel's favourite because most of her fridge really is full of food that Angel likes for the times she is there. It is very often.
She's just about setting the pizza on a plate for her when she hears her coming over. Doesn't turn around, genuinely thinking that she is just that hungry, so she is a little surprised when her arms loop around. Not that it's something new, always very touchy-feely with her and Parker doesn't mind it, but it's the fact she can definitely tell the shirt is gone that makes her stop for a second. Doesn't help she buries her cold face against her hair, can feel the cheap perfume and the cigarette in her scent, and her nose is too cold against her fresh-out-of-bed warmth, but she doesn't move from her place. In fact, the opposite, leaning slightly back against her out of habit. They have become too used to each other, she supposes.
Kind of doesn't mind it, or the gained height either, she realizes in the back of her head. ]
You're cold. [ A pause. ] Do you want a shirt?
[ She is just going to rudely ignore the fact Angel just addressed the apartment as if it was a shared one. Rudely ignoring the fact it kind of makes her stomach fluttery too. ]
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She's just about setting the pizza on a plate for her when she hears her coming over. Doesn't turn around, genuinely thinking that she is just that hungry, so she is a little surprised when her arms loop around. Not that it's something new, always very touchy-feely with her and Parker doesn't mind it, but it's the fact she can definitely tell the shirt is gone that makes her stop for a second. Doesn't help she buries her cold face against her hair, can feel the cheap perfume and the cigarette in her scent, and her nose is too cold against her fresh-out-of-bed warmth, but she doesn't move from her place. In fact, the opposite, leaning slightly back against her out of habit. They have become too used to each other, she supposes.
Kind of doesn't mind it, or the gained height either, she realizes in the back of her head. ]
You're cold. [ A pause. ] Do you want a shirt?
[ She is just going to rudely ignore the fact Angel just addressed the apartment as if it was a shared one. Rudely ignoring the fact it kind of makes her stomach fluttery too. ]