[ The window slides open and Thalia's head pops out as she leans over precariously, brushing some of the longer hairs out of her eyes and holding them there as she grins down at him. She's dressed as promised, in black bikini-cut undies and a cut up and cropped old shirt. There is no crown on her head, not a touch of silver in sight. ]
Who's there?
[ Thalia waves her phone at him before reaching back inside to set it on her bedside table. ] You climbing up or are you letting yourself in?
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Who's there?
[ Thalia waves her phone at him before reaching back inside to set it on her bedside table. ] You climbing up or are you letting yourself in?