Room 507, Thursday morning
Mar. 9th, 2006 10:13 amPerhaps it was out of habit from London. Perhaps it was an unremembered weird dream. Whatever it was that woke Nadia up early on Thursday morning, it was not an unhappy kitty. In fact, Furrball seemed to have decided to show his displeasure at Nadia going away for a couple of days by ignoring her completely. He was currently casually washing himself at the end of her bed, his back turned to her contemptuously.
Nadia knew better than to take it personally. "Good morning, Furrball."
He continued to ignore her.
Well, fine then. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and leaned her elbows on her knees. A lock of red streaked hair fell in her face and she tried to puff it away. It lifted and flopped back down over her nose.
Well. Fine, then. Today was a day for changes, she decided. No more red streaks. She was officially a year older, and even if she'd actually been sixteen for six months or if she wasn't going to be sixteen for another three or whatever, all of her records listed her as being sixteen today and it was time for a more . . . grown up hair cut. She'd go into town later for some hair dye and cooking supplies. For now, she had a cat to re-win over.
"C'mere," she said, and pounced on Furrball. He squawked and made a token attempt to escape, before settling in as she scratched his ears. "I missed you."
"Mew."
Nadia knew better than to take it personally. "Good morning, Furrball."
He continued to ignore her.
Well, fine then. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and leaned her elbows on her knees. A lock of red streaked hair fell in her face and she tried to puff it away. It lifted and flopped back down over her nose.
Well. Fine, then. Today was a day for changes, she decided. No more red streaks. She was officially a year older, and even if she'd actually been sixteen for six months or if she wasn't going to be sixteen for another three or whatever, all of her records listed her as being sixteen today and it was time for a more . . . grown up hair cut. She'd go into town later for some hair dye and cooking supplies. For now, she had a cat to re-win over.
"C'mere," she said, and pounced on Furrball. He squawked and made a token attempt to escape, before settling in as she scratched his ears. "I missed you."
"Mew."
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Date: 2006-03-09 05:50 pm (UTC)and more importantly, is the fifth floor kitchen equipped for a crazy fight to the "death"?]
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