@momxntomori !
emma padded into her living room, eyes still half lidded with grogginess; practice last night had been brutal -- of course on her own insistence. any and all negative emotions she had, she channeled into her game; and the end result left her battered and sore. the sight of a stirring person on her living room floor was enough to wake her up with a little jump -- though, after taking a few minutes to process, emma breathed out a sigh of relief. her apartment, though a little desolate and seemingly enormous for one person, had served its purpose: a refuge, for one of her dearest friends. “ shit, you scared me for a moment. the couch is more comfortable than the floor, by the way. ” she laughed it out, raking a hand through her hair as she skirted around regulus’ form to reach her kitchen. “ how long y’been here, reg ? i didn’t hear you come in last night. ”
