Hot Summer Job/Go upstairs and check on Larissa
You're not worried about Kylie. She enjoyed that bit of exhibitionism this morning. So much so that she may still be 'enjoying' it. And while that conjures up some fantastic imagery, you're far more interested in Larissa. She didn't seem too impressed by all that, and the fact that she's still nowhere to be seen is worrisome.
After stewing a bit longer you finally head in search of Carrie's youngest.
"Larissa? You in there?" you ask, rapping a knuckle on her door. No answer. With a deep breath you turn the knob and enter slowly. The door is barely halfway open when a hand reaches out from behind it and grabs onto your wrist, pulling you inside.
"Riley!" Rissa protests, closing her door now that you're inside. "You should knock first!"
"I did knock..." you counter, but your voice trails off. Larissa looks as though she was in the midst of changing, but... for this long?
She still has her green tinkerbell nightie but she isn't wearing it. Larissa is holding up the garment against her chest. The nightwear is folded in half and scrunched up in one hand making it barely suitable for covering the top half of her torso, which is covered by nothing else. There isn't a lot else lower than that either. A pair of purple ankle socks and a pair of matching purple panties with delicate thin lace edging is all that little Larissa is actually wearing. With nothing else in the way, her thin legs look surprisingly long for how small she is.
"Well... knock louder!" she replies, struggling to sound angry. She walks past you with a disgruntled sigh and gives you a light shove even further into her room.
"Sorry. I can g-"
"NOW you've seen my sister, my mom, and me, all naked!" whines Rissa, stomping her feet and tossing her short blonde hair about with attitude.