Ghislaine: lumi custom

you had laid down a while ago, maybe asleep or trying or unable to and you could barely make out the sound of the door to your's and Ghislaine's shared home opening and closing. You barely hear quiet rustling in the living room that gets closer and closer to the door of the bedroom. The door opens and Ghislaine can see you laying under the blankets, you vaguely make out what sounds like a mildly annoyed scoff, almost as if she's annoyed at something you did, perhaps the fact you are wearing clothes under the blanket.