>>5189582"It's me!" You reply, the words coming out more cheerily than you had intended. You couldn't help it. You were in a pretty good mood. The door opens a crack and Kat peeks through, her eyes watching you suspiciously. "What are you doing here?" She asked, the words starting normal but twist in anger as her brow furrows. You wanted to laugh at the childish behavior, but arguing with her in the hallway probably wasn't the best idea. Airing your dirty laundry for everyone to see and all that. "Are you going to let me in or not?" You said flatly, crossing your arms. Her lips pursed but no words followed, instead she opens the door and allows you into her room.
You had never been in her room before. It was very similar to your own, but you had already assumed that would be the case. It was tidy, everything seemed to have its place and smelt pleasant. A mix of old perfume and cleaning materials. Funnily enough you had never noticed the girl wearing any perfume or the sort. Her well made bed was crowned with a row of stuffed animals, they were clearly old and we'll worn. Gifts from those who loved her. The realization stung you, a wound you doubted her broody attitude couldn't dream to match. You felt a knot in your throat, but you swallowed it away, drinking more of Anastasia's glee to counter it. The bed was appealing enough, wobbly you stand and climb onto the bed.
Rolling onto your back you groaned and moaned, wiggling from side to side as all the sore spots in your back joined in. You had forgotten how comfortable a proper bed was. "Get off my bed!" The girl snapped, she marched over from her closed door to stand over you. "What do you want, Morty?" She said, chin creasing as her cheeks raised. The bed felt like heaven. "I'm finally out of the medical ward and this is how you treat me?" You reply wittily, enjoying the comfort. The girl sucked air in through her teeth, she was wearing casual clothes. Shorts and a loose shirt, it reminded you to buy your own, you had the money. With a foot she kicks your wheelchair out of the way and climbs onto the bed beside you, falling onto your side as the duchess takes a spot. She made a little harrumph and produced a cigarette and lighter from her pocket.
