Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-09-27 01:50 pm
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Room 324, Monday Afternoon
After the arrest and everything, yesterday had continued to be just as moodswingy a day as many of the others before it. On one hand, her video had gained more than 250,000 hits in a single day, and Lynda had invited her to the Crossroads art shindig this Friday. On the other, she and her brother had had to listen to their parents fighting for like two hours in the evening. That always made her feel like an orphan. It sucked.
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
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So, mostly napping on him every possible moment.
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And about right then, she ran out of inane things to say, so she said nothing for a while. Just... listening to him breathing, pretty much.
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"Did I make you quiet for good?"
Well, he'd been very obedient so far.
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Or tomorrow.
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Blame that on thinking about cat things.
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He didn't mind. He had no idea how she was going to do that but he didn't mind her trying.
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She'd just wanted to find a way to lay down while still staying close to him.
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"You said you'd read to me like this, once," she said. "You should do that sometime."
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It had pretty much been established by now that especially when put together, they weren't exactly what she'd call normal.
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"I smoked a lot of pot while I was home," she said, going back to idle sharing. Filling silence with pointless words. "Wish I could've brought some back with me."
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It wasn't something he could see himself doing but there was no need to share that so he didn't.
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"It was so weird," she said, with a brief shake of her own head. "Never thought I'd actually see Dad getting handcuffed."
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He nodded and reached to brush his fingers through her hair gently.
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She paused, then added as an afterthought, "We officially own that now, by the way."
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"And, like I said, when he came back, we had to listen to him and Mom yelling at each other," she said dryly, looking at the ceiling. "Best Sunday ever."
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