Mira just leans on the doorframe, nonplussed but mostly amused.
"Hey," she says, and peels off the buttondown she's wearing over a tank top, because whether or not she has cute teenagers making out in her kitchen (or thinking about making out, really), this is still her house.
"I'm Mira," she grins at the blushing boy she doesn't know. "I see you know Gabe already."
The tease is light-hearted. If "adopting the puppiest of wayward puppylike queer kids" had been an option on career aptitude tests, she'd score pretty high. Really, she's mostly impressed Gabe has gotten anywhere past blushing and self-loathing with someone else.
"You guys might want to take this to the bedroom," she says nonchalantly. "My parents are gonna be all tipsy and cuddly and shit when they come in, but my mom has a sixth sense for the worst time to ask people if they're being careful."
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Date: 2015-09-10 05:53 pm (UTC)"Hey," she says, and peels off the buttondown she's wearing over a tank top, because whether or not she has cute teenagers making out in her kitchen (or thinking about making out, really), this is still her house.
"I'm Mira," she grins at the blushing boy she doesn't know. "I see you know Gabe already."
The tease is light-hearted. If "adopting the puppiest of wayward puppylike queer kids" had been an option on career aptitude tests, she'd score pretty high. Really, she's mostly impressed Gabe has gotten anywhere past blushing and self-loathing with someone else.
"You guys might want to take this to the bedroom," she says nonchalantly. "My parents are gonna be all tipsy and cuddly and shit when they come in, but my mom has a sixth sense for the worst time to ask people if they're being careful."