"Alright! Great! And uh- feel free to tell me if I'm getting a bit too..." Ivory flailed her arms weakly, "Ehhhh! Y'know... Right, I'll go find something that'll fit you. Help yourself to anything in here. I'm gonna go change and plug in my phone if you don't mind. Like I said earlier, make yourself at home." She hopped down from the kitchen ledge and jogged down the hall. Ivory's bedroom was set up like a caf?. It was dim, with warm brown walls and dark wood floors. Her bed was made to look like a couch, pleasing to the eye, but still comfortable. It was dim, even when the sun was streaming through the large window in the back. The walls were decorated with art, all cool colors. Ivory described the room as "chill" most of the time. She usually hung out at the desk in the back, made of wood matching the floor. Her laptop, books, viola, alto saxaphone, music stand, and vanity (which held her makeup and wigs) were all in the same area. Slipping off her pink sweater and black leggings, Ivory opened her closet and grabbed her plain, white, nightgown off a hanger. She slung it over her arm, then closed the closet. The girl kicked her clothes into the growing pile in the corner, and slipped the nightgown over her head. She grabbed a pair of comfortalble shorts and a tank top for Seven.
"I'll set your clothes on the counter in the bathroom, that way they're there when you're done showering." She yelled down the hall. Ivory brushed her hair, put it into a loose bun, removed her makeup, and took off her shoes. On her way back down the hall, she set Seven's clothes in the bathroom.
"Alright, sorry about that. You can shower whenever. I'll get dinner ready. And by that I mean get it out of the fridge."