Mack was relieved when Tatum opened her window, and smiled back up at her. She scrambled up the terrace, taking care to not disturb any of the flowers or vine plants. It only took her a matter of seconds before she was expertly clambering into Tatum's window. She sat on the window seat, sniffing some of the residual blood in her nose, and watched Tatum look for a hair tie.
"Are your parents home?" she asked, standing and crossing the room to where Tatum was rummaging around. She hugged her friend from behind, burying her face securely in the crook of Tatum's neck. "You smell nice," she mumbled quietly into Tatum's skin.
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