Murphy wasn't really expecting her to actually have cookies for him to try so it came to a surprise when he received her text messages. He also didn't think that Pandora would actually be knocking on his door in exactly twenty minutes.
But then he hears a knock on the door.
"Coming," Murphy calls out, voice still a little gravelly. He sounds distant like he is speaking from across the room. A moment later the door is opening.
Murphy looks down at her, the side of his head resting against the door frame. "Are you going somewhere after this?" Her hair is done nice and the dress seems fitting for some kind of holiday party. Murphy, on the other hand, looks worse for wear. There's a prominent amount of scruff that covers the bottom half of his face, travels a little down his neck and just below that is still a bruise that has blossomed around his throat. His hair is disheveled, eyes sunken in and red-rimmed.
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Date: 2018-12-10 03:09 am (UTC)But then he hears a knock on the door.
"Coming," Murphy calls out, voice still a little gravelly. He sounds distant like he is speaking from across the room. A moment later the door is opening.
Murphy looks down at her, the side of his head resting against the door frame. "Are you going somewhere after this?" Her hair is done nice and the dress seems fitting for some kind of holiday party. Murphy, on the other hand, looks worse for wear. There's a prominent amount of scruff that covers the bottom half of his face, travels a little down his neck and just below that is still a bruise that has blossomed around his throat. His hair is disheveled, eyes sunken in and red-rimmed.
"What kind of cookies are they?"