[ When he raises his hand to rub the back of his neck before he speaks, she catches a glimpse of the marks along his wrists, which earns him a quirk of her brow, but then he says--
Ah. A Crazy Chick.
That would definitely explain all the screaming she heard from across the hall last night. Not that Kasumi pressed her ear up against her door to listen--no, she totally did. Part of her was actually starting to get a little worried; the girl sounded insane and Kasumi had wondered if she should... intervene? Maybe knock on Peter's door to make sure he wasn't being murdered?
But he's a big boy, she figured, before she had plugged her earphones back into her ears and went back to bed. Anyway, he clearly could handle it, judging by the fact that he's now standing at her doorway, without a shirt on, trying to escape from this woman.
In any case, she's in no position to say no to letting a rather attractive shirtless man into her apartment. Even though she hasn't exactly tidied up--her yoga mat's still in the middle of the living room space, she's still in her workout clothes (although she knows she looks pretty damn good in them, so that's not really an issue)--her apartment reads as "impeccably decorated on a budget" and "quirky."
She steps aside to let him in, outstretching her arm in a welcoming gesture. ]
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Ah. A Crazy Chick.
That would definitely explain all the screaming she heard from across the hall last night. Not that Kasumi pressed her ear up against her door to listen--no, she totally did. Part of her was actually starting to get a little worried; the girl sounded insane and Kasumi had wondered if she should... intervene? Maybe knock on Peter's door to make sure he wasn't being murdered?
But he's a big boy, she figured, before she had plugged her earphones back into her ears and went back to bed. Anyway, he clearly could handle it, judging by the fact that he's now standing at her doorway, without a shirt on, trying to escape from this woman.
In any case, she's in no position to say no to letting a rather attractive shirtless man into her apartment. Even though she hasn't exactly tidied up--her yoga mat's still in the middle of the living room space, she's still in her workout clothes (although she knows she looks pretty damn good in them, so that's not really an issue)--her apartment reads as "impeccably decorated on a budget" and "quirky."
She steps aside to let him in, outstretching her arm in a welcoming gesture. ]
Hey, no problem. Mi casa es su casa, neighbor.