It had been a rough few hours for Dorothy as she walked to her door, sliding her key in and unlocking it. Having worked prior in the medical bays of Valhalla, as well as helping mortals on midgard, she was more than ready to return to her room. The door creaked open and the familiar smell of age and comfort, the lights flickering on as her hand brushed against the switch.
Removing her jacket and setting it and her bag down on a chair she went on and sat down on her couch, gazing to the ceiling before her hand switched on her radio, the big bands starting to fill her room with sound.
Moments later, a knock occurred and the slim blonde stood, straightened out her dress and went to the door, opening it.
Removing her jacket and setting it and her bag down on a chair she went on and sat down on her couch, gazing to the ceiling before her hand switched on her radio, the big bands starting to fill her room with sound.
Moments later, a knock occurred and the slim blonde stood, straightened out her dress and went to the door, opening it.