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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 9:58 pm
Yawning as she watched him disappear from view, Tourma shuffled her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She nursed it while climbing up the stairs at the other side of the house, towards her room.
The glass was set on the bathroom counter after she finished swallowing several Advil. Next, she eyed her reflection dubiously for several moments before she began to carefully brush her hair out. Tangles banished, the Skullmonkey made quick work of braiding the hair into french pigtails. They were messy, but thankfully she had naturally wavy hair to work with and it didn't look -too- bad.
It didn't matter anyways, no one was going to see her in the garage working on a car.
Tourma froze mid scrub, soap hanging off her nose and eyebrows. The cogs in her brain creaked as the realization hit her--Ken's car was dead.
Well s**t.
Grumbling under her breath in what sounded to be a mix of English and Polish swear words, she quickly finished washing her face and brushing her teeth. She recalled his flying up the stairs. He must be late.
With that in mind, Tourma experimentally sniffed the outfit she had worn the previous night, and without much of a thought, threw it on. Before she left her room, she remembered to add a few sprays of perfume to cover up the remaining smells of Drunk Girl.
Back in the kitchen, she started brewing a pot of coffee while gathering her purse and keys. When the pot was done, she put it into two thermos-esque containers, adding sugar and some milk to hers before grabbing two bananas and shoving them in her purse.
She glanced at the wall clock. He better hurry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 10:19 pm
Multitasking was a phenomenal skill to have. It was not every man who could shower, brush his teeth while in said shower, AND carry on an argument with his sister all the while. If he'd been actively timing himself, he might have been amazed at having done it all in five minutes, as well.
If nothing else, at least he was thoroughly awake now...
"For the last TIME, I didn't ******** MEAN to do it!" he growled, a towel wrapped around his waist as he shoved past her to his room to get dressed. "Its not like I came home with passing out on the couch in mind..."
"I'm not -saying- you did it on purpose, I'm just saying you could've come up last night and WARNED me--"
"Warned you about -what-??" he yelled in sheer exasperation as he hooked the door mostly closed behind him to finish drying himself off before grabbing clean boxers, socks, and pants out of his dresser. "If I warned you, that would imply I did this on purpose, which I DIDN'T!!"
"I don't know what you're yelling at ME for!"
He was going to kill her...
Ken was aware of the sound of her retreating footsteps and growled swears as he grabbed his secondary work shirt off of the back of his computer chair, shaking it out a few times before pulling it on. Smoothing back his hair in a still-wet helm against his head, he decided that was as good as it was going to get as he quickly headed back downstairs.
"Tourma?" he called, not even sure if she was still in the house or if he was just talking aloud to empty space as he sought out his shoes. "Hey, I know its kind of short notice, but could I get a ride to work?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 10:27 pm
The sound of keys jingling answered his question as she appeared in front of him, pushing his coffee into one of his hands and a banana into the other. "It's black," she commented before turning and heading towards the garage.
Glancing between her beloved bike and her parents' car, left here when they couldn't bring it with them, and immediately chose the latter. "We're taking the car." Tourma stated.
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