[otc] i ain't no high class broad [rp for askurself-wwrd]
Prompt: How self sufficient are you?
Cacophony overtook the Collette residence, though the house seemed entirely empty as Tim poked his head in the door. The kettle was whistling shrilly, too loud to be good for the ears, and the smell of burning broth was tainting the air in the house. The sounds of retching echoed out from the bathroom, and cussing punctuated each flush of the toilet.
Tim made his way to the kitchen, when Tyra hurried in front of him.
"Hi," she said in passing, as she pulled the burning dish and screaming water from the heat. Tyra's hair was greasy and disheveled, she was wearing an oversized tshirt and no makeup. She looked pale and weak as she dumped the soup into the sink with both hands and ran hot water into it, pouring dish soap in to kill the smell that she could only taste, her nose was so badly plugged up.
"Here, Slugger. Let me take care of it," Tim reached over to pour her tea, but she batted his hands away and grabbed the cup and kettle.
"No, 'm fine Tim. Just leave my check on the table, you don't gotta see me like this," she insisted. He noticed her face turned away from him and the hard edge to her voice. She was being way too stubborn. Tim gently pried her fingers from the kettle's handle, and moved her by her shoulders out of his way. She let him, if only because of her bad health, but he received a kick to the back of the knee and yowled in pain. He wheeled around to face her, scowling as hard as he knew how.
"You're gonna let me take care o' this, Tyra. Look like you been runnin' gassers for a week straight," he said, while rubbing the knee.
"It's fine," she used the word again, "you already got me my check from work, I don't need -" her eyes grew wide and one hand flew up to cover her mouth, the other to hold her stomach. Tyra whipped around and sped back to the bathroom.
Cacophony overtook the Collette residence, though the house seemed entirely empty as Tim poked his head in the door. The kettle was whistling shrilly, too loud to be good for the ears, and the smell of burning broth was tainting the air in the house. The sounds of retching echoed out from the bathroom, and cussing punctuated each flush of the toilet.
Tim made his way to the kitchen, when Tyra hurried in front of him.
"Hi," she said in passing, as she pulled the burning dish and screaming water from the heat. Tyra's hair was greasy and disheveled, she was wearing an oversized tshirt and no makeup. She looked pale and weak as she dumped the soup into the sink with both hands and ran hot water into it, pouring dish soap in to kill the smell that she could only taste, her nose was so badly plugged up.
"Here, Slugger. Let me take care of it," Tim reached over to pour her tea, but she batted his hands away and grabbed the cup and kettle.
"No, 'm fine Tim. Just leave my check on the table, you don't gotta see me like this," she insisted. He noticed her face turned away from him and the hard edge to her voice. She was being way too stubborn. Tim gently pried her fingers from the kettle's handle, and moved her by her shoulders out of his way. She let him, if only because of her bad health, but he received a kick to the back of the knee and yowled in pain. He wheeled around to face her, scowling as hard as he knew how.
"You're gonna let me take care o' this, Tyra. Look like you been runnin' gassers for a week straight," he said, while rubbing the knee.
"It's fine," she used the word again, "you already got me my check from work, I don't need -" her eyes grew wide and one hand flew up to cover her mouth, the other to hold her stomach. Tyra whipped around and sped back to the bathroom.