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Her fingertips press against her face, sliding and scraping over tired skin as she stares at too bright sun through the gap in her curtain. Rolling over her legs twist and tangle within the blankets, burrowing briefly for a moment before she shifts, irritated and hot and, onto her back. Her body was still sore, still aching, she should rest... staring at the ceiling, Cassandra remained still for another moment before moving suddenly.

She would rest later. Train now. Do... something.

Padding quietly across the floor, Cass grabbed the hem of an overly large shirt as she padded into the hall. Stretching up onto her toes as she shifted her bare arms over her head, Cass walked through the living area nose twitching slightly at the familiar sight. Dropping the shirt onto the counter, she bent down for a carton of juice before reaching up for a glass. Eyes glancing to the edge of her vision, she grabbed another glass before placing it on the counter.

"How love have you been here?" Cass murmured quietly, fingertips reaching behind her for his t-shirt before dragging it over her naked body. Raising an eyebrow, she pushed the glass across the counter. "Hn, what are you watching?"

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It took me way too long to find her. I was only searching for a few days before I figured out where she lived, but I should have found it in just a few hours. I finally remembered that I can communicate with spiders, and all I needed to do was concentrate on that like I did with the atomic bomb and I could find her easily.

I didn't even know why I wanted to find her, other than I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was intriguing, like a puzzle I couldn't solve. At least, I tell myself that's the only reason I want to find her.

Of course, after she wakes up and comes into the room, it's hard to deny the other reason since she's FUCKING NAKED. I'd complain, but I am the one that snuck into her place, it's not like she knew she had company.

I catch sight of her for just a moment before I avert my eyes. Smooth, rippled muscles and limbs that move with incredible grace. I notice the scars too, but I don't mind those. Hell, I still have a problem not seeing them when I look into the mirror.

I think about just leaving, but then she talks to me and I'm busted. For a moment, I almost just go invisible and sneak out anyway but something catches my eye.

"That's my shirt!"