( in fact by the time he pauses outside her door, parisa is already opening it, eyeing gideon with a bland look of complete (enforced) disinterest. as luck would have it embry's out right now, which is lucky, because she would otherwise have to introduce them together and admit — what? there are other people from her world, she knows them, they are borderline if not unarguably a little bit friendly. impossible. kill her first. )
Dreamer. ( she nods a greeting, looking down at his proffered pie, huffing to avoid laughing because gideon is cute, a looking back at him, arching a brow. ) Don't be annoying. Come in.
( she gestures him inside, her room a total mess of girlie and feminine things spilled on the floor and draped around chairs, flopping on her bed and patting the spot beside her. anyone else would probably take it for an invitation for more than just pie, but this is gideon. he has cotton candy and cloud fluff for brains. parisa isn't worried. )
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Dreamer. ( she nods a greeting, looking down at his proffered pie, huffing to avoid laughing because gideon is cute, a looking back at him, arching a brow. ) Don't be annoying. Come in.
( she gestures him inside, her room a total mess of girlie and feminine things spilled on the floor and draped around chairs, flopping on her bed and patting the spot beside her. anyone else would probably take it for an invitation for more than just pie, but this is gideon. he has cotton candy and cloud fluff for brains. parisa isn't worried. )