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[nightmerica]

Characters: Sam Manson and Ran Mouri
Sam's apartment: Sam's apartment.
Time: Late morning.
Status: Closed

And it hit Sam like a ton of bricks that she'd fallen out of touch with Ran. She'd sworn to herself that she'd be more social, actively engage people in the city, but still; it felt like she was biding her time, waiting for the chance to go home.

She was actively missing a lot of opportunities, here.

With a little frown, she rolled over onto her back on the couch, holding up the SFC and shooting a quick text to Ran (relieved to find that she, too, was still in the city.)

Hey.. are you up for breakfast?

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[oneechan]

Ran was just coming back from her morning jog around Vatheon when she received a text message on her SFC. Wiping her brow with the back of her hand, she pulled it out of her shorts' waistband and read it, her lips curving into a smile when she saw it was Sam. So she was still around! She eagerly texted in response.

Sure! I just finished jogging and I'm starved!

[nightmerica]

Great!

She rolled off of the couch at that, standing up and ambling lazily to the kitchen. She needed to fall into some sort of pattern, routine - something.

Just come on over. I'll start cooking!

[oneechan]

Great! Ran paused, once again observing her current get-up. Are you sure you don't want me to shower first?

She didn't want to arrive at Sam's all gross and sticky from her run...