"There was a dragon, a whole dragon! And I couldn't get one good shot of it!"
"It was a shapeshifter Alicia, not an actual dragon," Fumeko replied. "And that's how you greet people at the door?"
"Not unless you're the tax collector," she uttered as she pulled the door open to usher the brunette in.
"What?" Fumeko squinted as she stepped foot into Alicia's apartment. It was relatively small, but cozy best fit the scene before her.
Her footsteps made but two clacks on the wood before it was met by pinkish-white high-pile rugs that decorated every inch of the floor. Fumeko took off her shoes and set it on the rack by the side as Alicia shut the door behind her.
Sinking a few centimetres into the carpeting, Alicia walked ahead and invited Fumeko in proper. "Considering you didn't get injured, I'm surprised you're not out there trying to find something to write about."
