[ Grell's mood lightens substantially, once they're inside. Curiosity takes over as she drinks in the details of his apartment living area. One could consider it a bit boring, actually, but she might describe it as minimalist and overly tidy. Wandering in, she closing her eyes with a deep breath. ]
It smells like you.
[ She mutters wondrously, thinking aloud. Watching him off, she tries a bit too obviously to sneak a peek at his room before he's off closing the door.
By the time he's returned, she's left her heels by the door and removed her coat to drape along the back of an armchair. Nestled into said chair, she has her socked feet tucked up underneath her, mug in her lap. She's apparently found his favourite chair, as it's the most broken in out of the lot, and thusly, most comfortable! ]
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It smells like you.
[ She mutters wondrously, thinking aloud. Watching him off, she tries a bit too obviously to sneak a peek at his room before he's off closing the door.
By the time he's returned, she's left her heels by the door and removed her coat to drape along the back of an armchair. Nestled into said chair, she has her socked feet tucked up underneath her, mug in her lap. She's apparently found his favourite chair, as it's the most broken in out of the lot, and thusly, most comfortable! ]