Closed: Davin

[callmeemily]

She'd have to be blind and deaf not to hear the gossip of what happened with Davin. She's not either of those things, so even though it's before the ball - she's got a dress and shoes and the whole thing back at home - the bakery closes at two, and Raleigh's got a bakery box swinging from her fingers as she makes her way to Davin's apartment. He's told her where he lives, and she rings the bell once she gets there - and tries to stay on the DL, so his downstairs neighbors wouldn't know that she was here - she'd rather not end up having a confrontation with another baker if she's got a choice.

Raleigh's got no real way to know if he's got an intercom or not to let her in, so she just waits, but she'll definitely make sure he gets what she's brought, if nothing else.

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[davin]

Davin is staring down at his phone and avoiding a call that he knows he has to make when the doorbell rings. He's laid out on the sofa in a position that don't make his ribs feel like they're on fire so he really, really doesn't want to get up.

He's still reeling a bit from his conversation with Lara, worried about Mel and Hank coming back to finish the job, but they probably wouldn't ring the bell in the middle of the day.

"Come in!" He calls out, wincing as the shout causes a painful twinge in his ribs. He's laid out in a thin white t-shirt and boxers, a tiny bit spacy from the pain pill he popped after Lara left. But still, he's always up for company, especially if it's a friendly face.