The world is briefly enshrouded in the cold darkness of Chloe's pillow. She reaches her hands out instinctively, even from below the pillow, when she hears her voice and lets herself be pulled up by Chloe's hands.
"It's not a bad idea though. Artistry like this should be on the big screen." Chloe is already changing when she sits up proper, pillow pulled close to her chest. It smells just a little like Chloe's shampoo and stale smoke. Together they're not bad scents-- familiar and sweet all at once.
It's not the first time Chloe has changed in front of her-- granted they were younger and they definitely weren't like.. a Thing. Maybe it's because it's familiar, maybe it's because they are a thing, but she observes her without really realizing that she is.
Chloe's been called hot by a lot of people (rightfully so), herself included. But in the soft light of her bedroom, turned away and completely at ease, Max can't help but think she's crazy beautiful too (in an untamed and uniquely imperfect kind of way). She'd take a picture, maybe, if that wasn't creepy.
Max is swept up into Chloe's grasp with little effort, the prologue of The Greatest Scifi Movie of All Time begins to roll and Max tugs lightly on the collar of Chloe's shirt.
"I'm really liking this bed time chic look. Maybe you should consider trading in your spikey bracelets for the hot dog guy."
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"It's not a bad idea though. Artistry like this should be on the big screen." Chloe is already changing when she sits up proper, pillow pulled close to her chest. It smells just a little like Chloe's shampoo and stale smoke. Together they're not bad scents-- familiar and sweet all at once.
It's not the first time Chloe has changed in front of her-- granted they were younger and they definitely weren't like.. a Thing. Maybe it's because it's familiar, maybe it's because they are a thing, but she observes her without really realizing that she is.
Chloe's been called hot by a lot of people (rightfully so), herself included. But in the soft light of her bedroom, turned away and completely at ease, Max can't help but think she's crazy beautiful too (in an untamed and uniquely imperfect kind of way). She'd take a picture, maybe, if that wasn't creepy.
Max is swept up into Chloe's grasp with little effort, the prologue of The Greatest Scifi Movie of All Time begins to roll and Max tugs lightly on the collar of Chloe's shirt.
"I'm really liking this bed time chic look. Maybe you should consider trading in your spikey bracelets for the hot dog guy."