33 Apocalypse Ave - Late Thursday Afternoon
Friday toddled off to play with his toys in the living room while Thursday went to prepare dinner. She was not in the best of moods and Friday knew when it was best to make himself scarce to let his mother brood or take her mood out on some pots and pans. Hopefully the end result would be edible. It was hit and miss when it came to her cooking.
This mood of hers had been going on for at least a week now and, even though Friday was four, he knew well enough when something was wrong. Then again, he wasn't your average four-year-old. Sometimes, he mused while smashing a red plastic block against a green one, she became frustrated when she thought of Dad. There was more to it this time though, of that he was fairly sure. It all started when that older boy Friday came to visit (Mum had thought he was sleeping, but he listened in - for her own good, of course). The conversations with Bowden and Gran after that made her even moodier and the book people (and cats) bugging her in the middle of the night to come and fix something in the BookWorld weren't helping things.
Oh well, Friday thought as he reached for another green block, she'll snap out of it. She always does. He glanced towards the kitchen. Either she'd snap out of it or they would have to move again. Friday hoped she managed to work it all out. He rather liked it here.
Thursday emerged from the kitchen and walked over to crouch next to him. "Want to help me with dinner? Something with potatoes, I think," she said and offered her hand.
[OOC: Open for the housemates or anyone who would drop by.]
This mood of hers had been going on for at least a week now and, even though Friday was four, he knew well enough when something was wrong. Then again, he wasn't your average four-year-old. Sometimes, he mused while smashing a red plastic block against a green one, she became frustrated when she thought of Dad. There was more to it this time though, of that he was fairly sure. It all started when that older boy Friday came to visit (Mum had thought he was sleeping, but he listened in - for her own good, of course). The conversations with Bowden and Gran after that made her even moodier and the book people (and cats) bugging her in the middle of the night to come and fix something in the BookWorld weren't helping things.
Oh well, Friday thought as he reached for another green block, she'll snap out of it. She always does. He glanced towards the kitchen. Either she'd snap out of it or they would have to move again. Friday hoped she managed to work it all out. He rather liked it here.
Thursday emerged from the kitchen and walked over to crouch next to him. "Want to help me with dinner? Something with potatoes, I think," she said and offered her hand.
[OOC: Open for the housemates or anyone who would drop by.]