sleepover au [...] drew our own constellations

[lessa]

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Lessa was glad she left the door unlocked - it made it easier for the young woman after all - and she beamed, albeit a little shyly, as Thea made herself known.  Looking very at home and comfy, which was good news to her.  She scratched the back of her head, and clicked her tongue.  "S-sort of... M-mostly weekends, it's my father's place," she explained, shrugging her shoulders back loosely.  "Grew up here...  For the most part." There was... A bit of time spent in between homes; between her father and her grandfather, who were almost always centimeters close to a full on custody battle, especially during her early childhood.  Their little family - well, it was far larger than most realized, she supposed - had a decent balance going for the time being. That being; they were often miles and miles apart from each other.

Those weren't exactly happy thoughts though and she quickly focused in on the rain, pattering out the window, chewing her bottom lip.  "… Hopefully it dies down a little."

Her checks flushed a little at the praise before her chocolate hues locked in on Hazel, poor girl drenched.  "O-oh there's a bathroom... Just down the hallway a bit, to your right, f-feel free to use some towels.  I-I've got some heated blankets t-too I can get out for you if you're still cold after."  Or just in general really.  Lessa supposed thermal blankets were about to be extremely handy if everyone was coming in the rain.

'Big T's Escort Service'. Calum's shriek answered before Lessa scrambled off the couch, adjusting her prosthetics before quickly darting to the door.  "H-hey," she pushes her hawk off her shoulder as she opened the door, shooing him quietly.  "C-come on in." If anyone understood shyness, it was the young botanist. Barely a year or two ago, she probably would have never invited so many people over. Or even known that many by name, really.  It still made her stomach turn into knots, but she did her best to work around it, determined to be a friendly, caring face for anybody to call on.  "G-got blankets 'an fresh cookies."

Hopefully everyone warmed up fast.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

#psychosocial.