[ Stormer almost contemplates heading back into her house before he can even reach her, but a part of her feels awful for pulling this in the first place. She stands there, strangely glamorous at four in the morning, and if it weren't for the keytar in her hand then... well, she'd certainly look like a tart.
Her voice is hushed, hoping not to disturb anyone else. ]
(daughters are welcome to hop in at any time)
Her voice is hushed, hoping not to disturb anyone else. ]
I'm serenading you.