Piritta sent the address quickly, then rolled off the couch with a stretch. It wasn't much of a bed, but her small frame made even curling up their a real possibility. She never had to worry about her toes getting cold because they hung over the arm rest. Taking her phone, she headed into the bathroom to shower and spent time putting her hair and outfit together, worrying needlessly over gold or bronze hair clips, matching buttons on her blouse and the perfect sash and belt combination, but why wear one. Her skirt was shirt and her tights matched with girly mary janes with bows on the side.

She was still struggling with the stockings when Cyril knocked. Even the soft noise alerted her, but then, the apartment didn't make much noise with just her. "I'll be there in a second!" she called before deciding that she wouldn't second guess her shoe choice again and just gathered everything, taking it to the door where she swung it open.

"Hey! Sorry my outfit is all a mess. I couldn't decide what to wear at all!"