[ when the doorbell rings, Iris takes one glance down at her outfit before shrugging it off and rushing to the door. Maybe Lucina will get to her later and -
and she's right here. Iris wishes she had the decency to look embarrassed, but she leans on the door, motioning for Lucina to come inside her loft. God, it looks like Iris isn't the only one who's an emotional mess. ]
You're fine. It wasn't like I was doing anything.
[ She turns towards the kitchen, already grabbing coffee mugs for them to share. The loft is a near-perfect recreation of the one Iris shared with Barry in Central City; to say, tall ceilings, a wood-paneled kitchen, homey furniture, and of course, the TV's still blaring her trashy soap opera. Iris pays it no mind as she starts rummaging for some first-aid cream too... ]
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and she's right here. Iris wishes she had the decency to look embarrassed, but she leans on the door, motioning for Lucina to come inside her loft. God, it looks like Iris isn't the only one who's an emotional mess. ]
You're fine. It wasn't like I was doing anything.
[ She turns towards the kitchen, already grabbing coffee mugs for them to share. The loft is a near-perfect recreation of the one Iris shared with Barry in Central City; to say, tall ceilings, a wood-paneled kitchen, homey furniture, and of course, the TV's still blaring her trashy soap opera. Iris pays it no mind as she starts rummaging for some first-aid cream too... ]
How've you been, Lu? Everything okay?