Smoothes a hand through her hair. “Happy birthday, kitten.” / felinxte
neither her security nor the unlocking of the window latch warns her to the approach of the lady. so when todd’s eyes travel past her and she turns around, the pinkette NEARLY FALLS off where she’s perched on the back of the couch. “Selina!” in one fluid handspring, she catches herself, teetering on the edge of the fabric before leaping at the woman.
she all but MELTS underneath the other’s hand as she brings the woman into a tight ( not too tight, of course, but much closer than the respectful distance she had once kept out of worry ). “you came back to gotham.” moments later ( much, much too soon ) she pulls away, hands behind her back as if it made the EXCITEMENT any more professional. “will you stay for dinner? i’ve heard, if you’re willing to CHANCE it, jason’s not a bad cook.”
