<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Morning domesticity<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I'da brought it to you," Eiryn said softly.  Instead, she handed the rumpled, grumpy-looking girl a steaming mug. "French press. My steamer's at the loft, with a hot plate. Not as good, but it doesn't suck." She sipped her own, murring quietly. "It's early. Bit after six.  Which, for me, is like midnight. Figured you might need to get into work. You want to shower quick, I can plug your phone..." She stopped, shook her head."Sorry. Still thinking we're at the damn loft. Not used to uh...hanging out with neighbors. Like, neighbors who actually live next door, you know?" 'Dating' had been the word she'd almost used instead of 'hanging out'- but it was still mega early for that.<br/><br/>"Uh...I got like one Pop Tart,  about two glass' worth of orange juice, and fuckall else. But there's a diner between here an' Eden, I eat there a lot. They do decent huevos rancheros." Waking up and becoming herself, she snorted derisively. "Allowin' for the fact that we're, you know, like a thousand miles from Mexico."<br/><br/>Another sip and she answered. "I...slept. Really slept." A quiet laugh leaked around the rim of her mug. "If I didn't wake you up with my thrashin' and screaming, musta been a pretty good night. You?"<br/><br/>