"Knock, knock." "Tiffany? You in there?" Fumeko turned the knob—definitely locked. But that might just be the school locking it. A few seconds passed and she knocked once more.
…
Sounds of languid footsteps approached and creaked the door open, "Fumeko…?" She opened her right eye wide and then promptly rubbed said eye lightly.
Her pale blonde hair had a few rollers in it, but was still dishevelled, much like anyone who had just gotten out of bed. She wore a full set of comfortable silk red pyjamas. Of course, even those had their own flair.
A small smile grew on the brunette's face, no matter how much she resisted, "Am I interrupting something?"
Tiffany squinted and her head twitched, before she realized, "Thou shan't witness one such as I in such a state!" She hid behind the door with the side of her head poking out.
"I'll take that as a yes," her smile was brief.
