Sephiroth sighed. “I need go to and pick them up too…?” He put on some casual clothing and moved out the door to Kalysto’s house, banging on the front door a moment later.
Kalysto bristled when he heard the bang at the door. “Desiree! Door!” He pulled at some curlers in his hair, trying to set them in properly. He wanted the feathery patches behind his ears to look their curliest and so he bound them up tightly, the tenseness of the curlers just about pulling the hair off entirely. “I can’t get the door…”