[She sets the bottle down on the coffee table and works her boots off, leaving them next to the front door before taking a short tour of the apartment. It's a routine sweep, checking windows and doors, and looking for listening devices, of which she finds none.
There's a few seconds where she works on a small to-do list, which now reads whiskey decanter, glassesblankets and extra pillows. It's the small things that make a home, anyway.
She does keep an eye on Lucifer but it's entirely more relaxed than when they were out. This time, though, she allows herself to close her eyes as he moves and she settles into the couch. There's less of a need to knock a few fingers of whiskey back, now. She can enjoy it, let it help unwind her tightly wound body. When he finds glasses, she offers a small smile.]
The last thing I want to do is go out tomorrow but it just might be necessary.
[She empties her pockets, working her gun free along with her badge, both go on the low coffee table for want of storage. She's so used to putting it elsewhere that it feels odd just sitting there, chamber empty, safety on.
Chloe can't seem to find the energy to take off his jacket but she knows it ought to be stored neatly in the master bedroom's closet. Things to get to eventually.]
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There's a few seconds where she works on a small to-do list, which now reads whiskey decanter, glasses blankets and extra pillows. It's the small things that make a home, anyway.
She does keep an eye on Lucifer but it's entirely more relaxed than when they were out. This time, though, she allows herself to close her eyes as he moves and she settles into the couch. There's less of a need to knock a few fingers of whiskey back, now. She can enjoy it, let it help unwind her tightly wound body. When he finds glasses, she offers a small smile.]
The last thing I want to do is go out tomorrow but it just might be necessary.
[She empties her pockets, working her gun free along with her badge, both go on the low coffee table for want of storage. She's so used to putting it elsewhere that it feels odd just sitting there, chamber empty, safety on.
Chloe can't seem to find the energy to take off his jacket but she knows it ought to be stored neatly in the master bedroom's closet. Things to get to eventually.]