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Kansas had never felt this weird. Never. Seriously. As Kate was finding out, apparently all it took was having to stay there. The urge to pack up her stuff and catch a portal back, as usual, was kind of strong.
It probably didn't help that she hadn't actually unpacked the stuff she'd brought back from Fandom yet, even if that had been unintentional. Thursday night she'd been too tired, Friday had gone by in a whirl of quality family time, as had Saturday, which had mostly been spent at a picnic and a movie showing in a park in town. So now, Kate was unpacking, to ward off the feeling that she should've been leaving already.
A lot of her shit had ended up being stored in her old bedroom in the house next door, but there were still a couple of boxes and bags to unpack right here in her and Bod's room. Clothes, mostly, and random knick-knacks to make the room feel more cozy. A cute framed photo on the wall, and a well-read copy of Robinson Crusoe on the endtable.
It helped ground her and make the place feel a little more like home, but it also made her miss Bod just a little worse. Sigh. She was already pretty sure she was going to need to invite him over for the random end-of-summer shindig her mom seemed to be planning for the next weekend.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/all that stuff, don't mind me I'm just setting stuff up for imminent canon.]
It probably didn't help that she hadn't actually unpacked the stuff she'd brought back from Fandom yet, even if that had been unintentional. Thursday night she'd been too tired, Friday had gone by in a whirl of quality family time, as had Saturday, which had mostly been spent at a picnic and a movie showing in a park in town. So now, Kate was unpacking, to ward off the feeling that she should've been leaving already.
A lot of her shit had ended up being stored in her old bedroom in the house next door, but there were still a couple of boxes and bags to unpack right here in her and Bod's room. Clothes, mostly, and random knick-knacks to make the room feel more cozy. A cute framed photo on the wall, and a well-read copy of Robinson Crusoe on the endtable.
It helped ground her and make the place feel a little more like home, but it also made her miss Bod just a little worse. Sigh. She was already pretty sure she was going to need to invite him over for the random end-of-summer shindig her mom seemed to be planning for the next weekend.
[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/all that stuff, don't mind me I'm just setting stuff up for imminent canon.]
