One of Tiffany's hands keeps her blanket cinched at her neck like a shawl. She reaches out for the box with her other hand. Both are unremarkable, as is her bare arm that shows from the edge of the blanket. Her face is mostly unremarkable as well--tired, certainly, more hollow in the cheeks, and there are dark shadows under her eyes as if someone had pressed their thumbs in ink before pressed them to her face, leaving behind a faint coloration.
And there had been, originally, a bloom of surprise on her face. Maybe a little pink in her cheeks. By now it's all faded and she's only smiling.
"I'm glad you waited."
Her voice is a little scratchy as if she's just getting over a cold. She takes a half step back and inclines her head toward the room beyond.
"Do you want to come in for a moment? I'd hate to tear this open in the hallway."
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Date: 2021-11-30 05:26 am (UTC)And there had been, originally, a bloom of surprise on her face. Maybe a little pink in her cheeks. By now it's all faded and she's only smiling.
"I'm glad you waited."
Her voice is a little scratchy as if she's just getting over a cold. She takes a half step back and inclines her head toward the room beyond.
"Do you want to come in for a moment? I'd hate to tear this open in the hallway."