[She comes for tea, late, and unannounced. No basket. Nothing but herself, no jacket, either, and it's cold out. Ril supposes she ought to be used to it, the cold, but it never seems like she gets closer to acclimating. Or maybe it's because Six is missing as she can't find him. Still.
If anyone could find him, it should have been her.
But it's late when she knocks and she can't really bring herself to care exactly how late. But it's dark outside and the clouds obscure the moon.]
[Action] [Evening; Whilst Six is Grey] 441
If anyone could find him, it should have been her.
But it's late when she knocks and she can't really bring herself to care exactly how late. But it's dark outside and the clouds obscure the moon.]