Kizzy floated about her new apartment as Cait went to retrieve some towels.  It really was a nice place, if a bit dusty and boring.  Smiling softly to herself, the dancer moved around the rooms, picturing just what each one needed, just what she'd move around.  It would feel more like home than anyplace had since her parents died.  The lack of dishes didn't prove a problem as Cait returned to find Kizzy drinking directly from the faucet in the kitchen.  Her chin dripping with water the tenant grinned, completely unabashed at being found in such a position.<br/><br/>“Thanks!  This is great, I won't be long.  Don't know about you but I'm starving!”  The bangles chimed in a crashing rhythm as she waved to Cait, smiling softly at the redhead's nervousness.  The shampoos and such were left untouched, Kizzy having her own toiletries that she preferred tucked away in the duffel bag.  Soon the apartment bore the unique scent that was the odd woman, the open door to the bathroom letting the aromatic steam drift free.<br/><br/>Sopping curls were towel dried, allowed to do as they will once a comb won the brief battle with the tangles.  Not that Kizzy ever expected to win the war with her hair.  A pair of well loved and tight fitting jeans hugged at the curves previously hidden by the long skirt, a bright halter top that looked to be patterned after a peacock's feather hid the curves that her earlier outfit revealed.  A pair of long dangling earrings and her ever present metal bangles completed the look.<br/><br/>The only pause was when she debated over her shoes, finally settling on a pair of heels, the bit of chipped nail polish on her toes bothering her too much for sandals or open toe wedges.  Which were pretty much the only other options she had.  Thinking that she had a bit of time, she went ahead and washed the earlier outfit in the kitchen sink, hanging it to dry over the shower rod.  She'd definitely have to do some shopping.  Not just for décor but for clothing as well.  It was too much to hope for but she liked the idea of her and Cait hanging out, maybe going out from time to time.  Shaking her head she ascended into the shop, only then realizing she was never given the key.<br/><br/>“Cait?  You down here?”