wristalies
smolmie
Chloe began to remove her shirt and pants on the couch, sliding into the baggy flannel pants and understanding what Rachel meant by 'enjoyment'. Throwing on the black top as well, she glanced up as Rachel said she was heading down to the cafe to complete the 'snack' part of their Saturday. "I'm fine with anything. Are you sure you trust me alone, in your dorm?" She smirked, lounging back onto the couch and observing her surroundings from a different angle. She left it up to Rachel to decide what that tease meant. She had been hearing a lot about The Walking Dead, and Breaking Bad, possibly even some Orange is The New Black, but being as non-committal as she was to shows, she hadn't gotten the chance to really sit down and watch a whole episode. She expected that today would be spent here, away from her house. And she was glad. She didn't think she could take more of Joyce and Step Douche talking about 'they' and 'them' like Rachel and herself were ghosts.