Second Floor Common Room; Friday Morning.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

There was only one drawback of a visit home for Adah. She was a quiet, solitary soul, and so the apartment was always quiet, but the one thing it wasn't was solitary. Most of the time spent between herself and her mother seemed to exist with each of them going about their business, but with the sharp awareness that the other was at least there. True, now that she was back, she still had Pride to keep her company, but, that morning, as she tried to settle in and read, she felt herself feeling restless over the fact that the only other presence in the room was a tiny ball of fluff.

She didn't even know if anyone would bother to be up and around right now, but at least relocating to the common room would give her a chance to move around a little, and it would give Pride more space to sniff around without her constant fear that he'd take on his mother's habit of chewing on books. There was also a coffee pot in the common room, and coffee, she figured, would be just as nice of a substitute for a presence as a presence itself.

Better, even, because it was tasty. She leaned her back on the counter a little, waiting for the gurgling of the brewing coffee, watching Pride as he sniffed suspiciously at the darkness underneath the couch.


[[ open of course. yaaay coffee ]]

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"He's not a real person!"

There was a panicked sense of the evangelical about Jeff's tone now, really.

"I'm certain my mother was just saying that."

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Oh, Dog, mothers were working their way into this equation now? Adah felt she had to balk for at least a moment; cracking this boy's head open and picking at his brain was probably a concept that made fifty million Freudians around the world lose control of their tubes of toothpaste in symbolism.

You couldn't trust mothers, though. Messing with the poor boy's head or not, that much she knew to be true and that was the message she conveyed in the steel of her eyes.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff nodded. Slowly.

She knew.

"My mother always wanted a daughter," he said, conspiratorally (sort of, in that frozen, nervous kind of way), "But she didn't, so she's trying to get me to fib more instead 'cos it'll make up for the difference."