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 Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 3:13 pm
A smile crossed Orah's face as she took forkfulls of the salad, listening to Björn talk about his mother. Anna, he called her... she wondered why he didn't call her 'Mom' or 'Mother'. It was good to know he liked to be cooked for, though. It was something she then knew that she could give him that he would always appreciate getting.
"Yeah, I think you said it was a cupcake place last time. That sounds like a lot of fun! In a place like that, you can try new things, experiment. And everyone likes cupcakes, I think." She said, in between mouthfuls of food, once she had chewed and swallowed.
"Do you live by yourself now, then?" It was a hard concept for her to wrap her mind around... how did someone live completely alone? No one to talk to, to take care of... to share chores and games and movies with? She wasn't sure she'd be able to do it. A day, tops, and she'd be ripping her hair out with anxiety and loneliness. Putting another forkful into her mouth, feeling the crisp pop of the quinoa, Orah discarded the idea of living by herself. If she ever moved out, it would be with someone like a boyfriend. That was really the only way she could see it.
Thinking about moving in with a boyfriend, about having someone she wanted to make a home with brought a dreamy sort of look to Orah's face and she ate quietly for a bit, thinking of the ways she would make an apartment their own. She didn't mind cooking and cleaning, taking care of things domestic... some day, the fates willing, she might get the chance to be a house wife, though she'd be just as happy with a steady job.
The ache in her wrist brought her out of it though and she put her fork down for a bit as she headed for the bathroom and the bottle of prescription pain medicine. Two pills of that spilled into her brown palm and she brought it back to the kitchen, reaching into the cupboard for a pair of cups.
"I have... water, milk, soda and... some orange juice. Would you like anything to drink?" She said to her guest, tilting a cup at him in offering.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 8:38 pm
Oh, he'd already told her? Well...he was always forgetting things if he didn't have them specifically written down. And then checked them as well. But she didn't seem to mind the repeat. He gave an apologetic nod, "Ah, Ja, I'm sorry. " "I have an apartment. It was not alone long, " he counted on a hand. "I had offered a young guy I met that if he couldn't find anything better, than he could room with me. Turned out he couldn't, so it took a little shopping around to find a reasonable price with a place that I wasn't Paul Bunyan in. It keeps rent down and we rattle around the place. He's new to the area, but he seems a well meaning fellow." It was a lot strange to refer to Avior as new, but the visage he wore now was different that what he'd had before. Even Avior's eyes were different- blue gone rust. "Water is fine. " "Staying here once you're graduated?" To others the American Dream was always moving out of home. It wasn't so strange to him, after visiting family around Europe.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 9:28 pm
Orah set the cups down as she went into the fridge for the milk, pouring half a cup for herself.
"Don't appologize! You might not have told me, I can't really remember. It just sounds familiar, is all." The teen laughed as she leaned against the counter and sipped the milk. The pills went into her mouth with another drink and she sighed softly, hoping they kicked in quickly.
"You have a room mate? That's great! I don't know how people can live by themselves... it must be so lonely. I'll probably never be able to do it." Though, the thought of moving out was something she hadn't really considered before. It seemed silly that she hadn't, but... was she strange, for thinking that way? She was fast growing up, almost done with school, and life was waiting for her just past June.
"I... hadn't really considered what I would do after graduation. I guess I've always just assumed I would stay here and take care of my family and run the shop... forever." That was something of a sobering thought. She couldn't think of leaving, and yet the idea of staying was just not as appealing as it once had been. "I guess... I don't know what I want yet. Its something I have to think about."
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 10:10 pm
"Its a faster decision, what to do, not going to college. But it has been made many years by many minds before us. It was not long ago many did not go on past 8th grade graduation, and worked on farms instead. " "A good place to start, anyway, with preparations is the go-to-college lists, though. Needing a bank account, registering as a voter, I suppose you don't have to register for the draft as a woman..." He shrugged, "You'll have a year for all of that." "Can I offer to wash the dishes?" His was quite cleared of all tasty morsels. "Or do you have a machine?" It wouldn't do for her to get her casts wet. Besides, she'd provided the food. Who cooks doesn't clean is Anna's motto.
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 5:18 pm
It was a lot to think about... she had a bank account, had had it since she was sixteen, but when she turned eighteen, she'd be able to remove her dad from it. And voting... she'd be able to do that too. Maybe she had been avoiding thinking about what would happen when she graduated and it was time she she did. There were a lot of decisions to be made now.
"I'll probably be spending some time with my Da, talking this stuff over. We'll see how things go, what we decide is best for me to do." Orah blinked and straightened up as he offered to wash the dishes and she laughed softly, waving him off with a hand.
"That's okay, you don't have to do that! We have a machine and you're a guest, you don't have to do anything. You've already done a lot down in the shop." Reaching, she scooped up his plate and turned to the side, popping open the door on the washer and pulling out the rack. Their plates went in neatly, forks dropped into the cups for them. When everything was put away, she brushed her hands off on her hips and turned back around, reaching a hand to push her hair behind her shoulders.
"I think that might be it, actually... we put everything away, so the only work left today is just manning the register and doing a little dusting. If you wanted to go now, if you had something you needed to do this afternoon, you're certainly welcome to. If not, I'm sure I can find things for you to do, like reaching high shelves." The teenager laughed, feeling far more at ease now that she had earlier this morning. The work, the companionship, had done a lot for her mindset, at least for today. It had been a good time and she was glad all over again she had taken a chance and called Björn.
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 9:42 pm
He was glad to see they had a real washing machine, though honestly, he didn't think it could hurt Matthew for that to be a nickname like it had been for Björn himself growing up. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay a little longer, if only to help with high shelves. No dinner charge, though. I could maybe put your brother on a high shelf after we labelled him for sale?" It was just joking though. He'd never gotten a sibling, but they seemed precious to him, even for as much as some seemed to fight and hate each other. Bluefire Dragonz Did we want to close this one with going back down? It seems a clean place for it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 10:14 pm
Orah laughed at the suggestion of putting Matthew on a shelf.
"No one would buy him." She giggled as she came around the counter and headed for the stairs. "And if they did, they'd return him immediately and demand their money back. They might not even make it to their car." She honestly loved her brother dearly, but that didn't mean she couldn't poke a little fun at him every once in a while. He was far too serious sometimes and it was cathartic, just a little.
"Come on, lets go let Matthew loose. He's probably bored out of his mind down there and chomping at the bit to go back to his friends. I'll grab us rags from the back and if you want to stay for dinner, you are certainly very welcome to! My kitchen is always open." Orah said as she held the door open for him, feeling like her old, cheerful self again. She felt hopeful again, and that was no small thing.
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