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White Carpet
They lay sprawled out over the carpet, lips parted slightly to allow small breaths to be released. The faint music playing from the room above seemed to drown out their thoughts.
Maybe I shouldn't have offered Roderich to come along. . .
With a pout, Y/n rolled onto their side, the white carpet soft underneath their skin. They glared up at the stairs before dropping their head back onto the ground.
"What's with that face, Y/n?"
Elizabeta peered into the living room from the hallway. She watched curiously as Y/n rolled around again.
After hearing about Y/n needing some company in their new house, Elizabeta raced to get Roderich and spend some time with their good friend.
But sometime throughout the little reunion, Roderich disappeared to fawn over Y/n's new piano. Not surprising.
"Nothin'."
Elizabeta huffed, eventually joining them on the carpet. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla hit her nose as she lay her head over their legs.
The carpet was new, according to Y/n. She'd have to ask how they made it smell so nice.
