[ It's shorty before midnight when a knock comes to Ruka's apartment door. Always one to run inventory with her threads, Kanaya made sure she was home, alone, and not in bed before bothering. That of course can't rule out that she's fallen into some catatonic state, but that's just a risk she'll have to take.
When Ruka opens it, she won't find the Psychopomp, but Kanaya herself, to whatever quality of Kanaya she can be said to have achieved. She's leaning across the doorjam, wearing a loos white graphic tank, a black sports bra showing under it, bike shorts, and slip-ons. Her eyes are covered by sunglasses, and her black hair curling every which way, but especially up. It's a more casual Kanaya than Kanaya should ever be, yet here she is.
She's staring up at the ceiling at nothing in particular, very likely watching the movements of everyone in the building. ]
The elevator's headed to your floor, I think. Better I'm not seen. [ Like this, or at all? ]
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When Ruka opens it, she won't find the Psychopomp, but Kanaya herself, to whatever quality of Kanaya she can be said to have achieved. She's leaning across the doorjam, wearing a loos white graphic tank, a black sports bra showing under it, bike shorts, and slip-ons. Her eyes are covered by sunglasses, and her black hair curling every which way, but especially up. It's a more casual Kanaya than Kanaya should ever be, yet here she is.
She's staring up at the ceiling at nothing in particular, very likely watching the movements of everyone in the building. ]
The elevator's headed to your floor, I think. Better I'm not seen. [ Like this, or at all? ]