[Oh, shit. A blush? Faith looked like the cat that caught the canary, moving to sit upright as that smirk shifted into a full blown grin when Jan sat down next to her. Leaning over toward her (perhaps leaning closer than she would have normally just to make her face that much redder), she peered down at her device.]
[Faith moved back to give Jan a thumbs up, before texting back.]
Guilty as charged. I'm staying in the bedroom off of the kitchen.
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[Faith moved back to give Jan a thumbs up, before texting back.]
Guilty as charged. I'm staying in the bedroom off of the kitchen.