...well that's not creepy or anything.

She grabs a pair of jeans and a shirt and heads into the bathroom to get changed, in the hope that perhaps the bathroom will be less dusty.

The bathroom is less dusty, but only by virtue of it not being full of textiles (though there is a regular towel and hand towel in there). It's a reasonably normal tiled bathroom, with a shower/bathtub combo, a sink, and a toilet. The windows, like all the other rooms in the house, are covered in curtains, but the lightswitch works in here too. 

She'll take it.

Leaving the dress and purse on the dusty bed, she heads downstairs, feeling much more like herself.

Pippi hears her coming downstairs, and comes to greet her, rubbing up against her legs and purring. She then pulls away and heads towards the desk, looking behind her to see if April is following. 

Yes, definitely.

She gets back up onto the desk and turns the monitor back on. 

FEELING BETTER, I HOPE?

"Yeah. ...it is pretty creepy that you have a whole set of clothes in my size, but, like, hard to complain, under the circumstances."

THE ROOM UPSTAIRS IS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST IN CASE YOU NEEDED SOMEPLACE SAFE TO GO IF SOME SORT OF TROUBLE HAPPENED. IT WAS MOSTLY INTENDED AS A PRECAUTION, IT WASN'T REALLY EXPECTED TO BE USED. BUT IT MADE SENSE TO HAVE CLOTHING IN YOUR SIZE, JUST IN CASE.

"It remains kind of creepy that you have like, exact copies of my shirts and underwear and stuff."

IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A TASTE OF THE FAMILAR. I CAN SEE HOW IT WOULD BE DISCONCERTING THOUGH. SORRY ABOUT THAT.

"Yeah I see where you're coming from and I'm, like, glad that I get a second chance to own this shirt," it's got the Triforce on it, "but still, pretty weird that you've been going through my stuff. And... you know, I can't exactly say 'eavesdropping' when I've been just saying shit to you constantly, but... I dunno, still weird to find out I have a friend where I thought I had a pet?"

THAT MAKES SENSE. IN THIS CASE THOUGH YOU'RE LUCKY THAT

There's an email notification sound. Pippi opens the email.

I'm two minutes out. See you both soon.

COULD YOU GO GET THE DOOR FOR HER, PLEASE, SO SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO BUZZ IN? I'M NOT REALLY TALL ENOUGH TO GET THE DOOR MYSELF.

Pippi arches her back a little, nearly standing up on her hind legs (though not quite managing it) to demonstrate her point. 

"Yeah, sure." She heads for the door. Note to self: cat typing is easily interrupted.

A minute or so after April gets to the door, an expensive black sedan car pulls up next to the driveway. Morrison gets out of the backseat, and the car drives off. She strolls down the driveway towards the house. 

She opens the door just as Morrison is walking up the steps.

"Sup."

"Let me guess," she says, stopping at the porch. "Sentient cats a bit overwhelming." 

"I already basically treated her like a roommate, it's chill. The espionage was the harder pill to swallow."

"In your case there wasn't really espionage going on. She was just keeping tabs on you, in case of, well, unforeseen circumstances."

She pauses for a moment to consider. "Okay, yes, I suppose there was a little bit of light espionage. But it was for your own protection. Not for anything nefarious." 

"If you say so. Are you coming in or what?"

"Sure, thanks. Let's go meet up with Pippi," she says. 

However, before she goes inside, an expensive black sedan car pulls up next to the driveway. A familiar man gets out of the back seat of the car, and the car drives off. The man strolls down the driveway towards the two of them, hands empty. 

"The fuck do you want?"

Morrison looks at April, confused. "You know Tobias?" She also puts her body in front of April, as thought moving to protect her.