<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>Breakfast negotiations<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/><br/>"That'd be...I mean, I don't want to put you out. Uh..."  She couldn't help it. When Isis reached up under her top to, er...adjust herself, she goggled a bit. It was funny that she felt so shy- half the time in the studio, Eiryn ran around topless, or in just her panties- easier to clean her than the clothes. It was almost like she'd forgotten how to be easy about her body around someone else, though.<br/><br/>There was also the small fact that she'd be perfectly happy to perform the service for Isis herself...<br/><br/>Realizing her friend was smirking at her a bit, Eiryn cleared her throat. "Sorry." She grinned, shrugged. "Nice floor show.  Anyway- if you're up to cook, I'll eat damn near anything. Did the vegetarian thing for a while, figured it was part of being a 'good' queer- but I got over it. Just, like, no liver and onions, k'?" Pawing at herself, she grimaced. "Should shower, too. At least change- hate sleeping in my clothes. Always feel crawly in the morning. I, uh...usually sleep pretty much stripped." OK, that was TMI...ohwell. "Meet you at your place in like, twenty?"