<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home, then at Isis'<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast negotiations<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>There wasn't much of her to wash, especially with her hair cropped short, so the shower didn't take long. Funny, how that had bothered her mom more than her admitting she was bi- cutting off her hair.<em>Oh, but Erin, you have such lovely long thick hair</em>... Not that the name change had gone overt that well, either.<em>What's <strong>wrong</strong> with Grimaldi? Nothing, Ma- but the world already has enough painters with Italian names, you know?</em><br/><br/>Teeth chattering a bit, she buffed some of the water off and ran a couple of fingers full of gel through the shag on top of her head, to force it into sumbmission. Wrapped in a towel, she pounced back to her bedroom, picked out plain metal studs for nipple and ear both, and then started to dress. Loud miniskirt, with louder tights underneath; a nice cuddly turtleneck (no bra- why?); denim hoodie, because damn it had gotten chilly overnight, and one of her shorter pairs of boots. Halfway to the door she chuckled, went back and, rolling down the collar of the sweater, put on a thin band choker and pulled the cloth back up over it. Just in case.<br/><br/>Then she was out, and in under a minute was at Isis' door. It took longer for her to get up the courage to knock that it had to get there; seconds more, and she was in, insisitng she be allowed to help put breakfast together. All nice and domestic, with someone she hadn't even screwed yet.<br/><br/>It scared the ever-loving crap out of her.<br/>