Seeing the small movements Celeste was making Oscar leaned forward slightly to pay attention to what she was saying. When he understood the message Oscar grinned and straightened up to reply. Concentrating he signed out Good! And tired. You? He was ok with the actual signing, but remembering which signs were linked to which words was a lot harder. He knew she could hear just fine but thought it must be frustrating to have to communicate in a way many people didn't know. The least he could do was try to learn how to have a normal conversation in her language.



Putting a small pile of pancakes on her plate Morgan then reached for the syrup, because if you're having pancakes you might as well keep on going with the sweet rush. Beginning to tuck in she saw Missy walk down in her dress and heels, while she still sat in what she slept in with a shirt just thrown over the top. She couldn't help but admire anyone who could be so put together in the morning. "I love them shoes, Missy." Morgan said, clearly meaning it.

She thought over what she should wear today, planning to go into the city again to look for a job. She had no experience and bright blue hair, so things weren't really going her way. But she had to keep trying, her limited money wasn't going to last forever.

"I might just have to accept that offer."

Missy blew a kiss to Nyteshaed. Shelly dug into her pancakes even stronger than before.

"Should I return the favor?"

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"My, thanks, sweet thing!"

The other girl wasn't dressed too bad, either. Not up to leaving the building, but still quite nice.

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Nyteshaed mimed catching the kiss and sticking it under her waistband.
"You always know just what to say." She said with a flirtatious undertone in her voice.

Jac stretched and yawned. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed up all night writing that song. After passing out at three in the morning and waking up two hours later to compose the melody, the musician was just about ready to hit the hay. She hummed the tune from last night, eyes closing. Meet fingers tapped rhythmically against the countertop. If only she had some more blank sheet music then--

Her eyes widened, instantly awake. Sheet music! That's what she kept forgetting to buy from town! Jac leapt down from the counter and strode towards the fridge before grabbing a notepad and writing 'Who's Going to Town?'. She stuck it back on the fridge and looked around questioningly at the others.

@Phaesaris Nytesaed turned away momentarily from her flirtations to address the note on the fridge. She was getting a little short on cash, so a trip into town wouldn't be unwarranted.
"I'm probably gonna head into town at some point." She said.

"I'll come into town too."

Jac was a musician. Another musician. She mostly wanted to hang with someone else who practiced her craft. Shelly would come too, perhaps to carry stuff.