( *&. @ofpandemonium )
There were very few instances in which she could freely sleep in. It always something or another that had Sera occupied, busy. Every once in a blue moon that she had the opportunity to do so, she was extremely capable of sleeping far, far into the afternoon. And when she woke up from these long sleeping periods she was usually a little tactless for the first few minutes. So tactless she was when she emerged from his bedroom, failing to remember to at least put a robe over her slip. ‘ Magnus, wh— ’ But she couldn’t exactly finish her inquiry because she walked in on Magnus. And someone who she assumed was the clientele. In the living room. While she was in her slip. Nothing but her slip. ‘ . . . Oh. ’
