(no subject)
Characters: Fuu and Adam (as Fuu's grandfather -- oops)
Setting: His apartment
Time: Morning, July 1st
Summary: Fuu comes to deliver groceries and finds things are not all as they should be. Adam wakes up to discover that things are *definitely* not all as they should be.
Warnings: Probably yelling. Yes.
Heat. Even the early morning hours smelled of it -- remnants of the day before, when the sun had roasted and scorched the pavement. Fuu wrinkled her nose against it, attempting to balance four plastic bags of groceries in each hand while simultaneously slamming the trunk. (In truth, she should have made two trips. She was stubborn enough not to want to.) Already the temperature gauge had reached 70 -- and if it was that warm this early, it promised that the day itself would scorch by afternoon. All the better that she was doing this, she resolved, than to let her grandfather do it in the heat.
Clinging determinedly to the bag handles, Fuu wound her way up the driveway and into the apartment building. For a moment where no one would see, she rested on the stairs -- then hefted her load again, tottering up the short flight to her grandfather's apartment. She knocked once -- with her foot -- then pushed through the door, nudging into the apartment proper.
"Oi," she called. "I know you don't like the air on, but you're going to need it today."
She headed for the kitchen to deposit her load with a whump! on the counters.
Setting: His apartment
Time: Morning, July 1st
Summary: Fuu comes to deliver groceries and finds things are not all as they should be. Adam wakes up to discover that things are *definitely* not all as they should be.
Warnings: Probably yelling. Yes.
Heat. Even the early morning hours smelled of it -- remnants of the day before, when the sun had roasted and scorched the pavement. Fuu wrinkled her nose against it, attempting to balance four plastic bags of groceries in each hand while simultaneously slamming the trunk. (In truth, she should have made two trips. She was stubborn enough not to want to.) Already the temperature gauge had reached 70 -- and if it was that warm this early, it promised that the day itself would scorch by afternoon. All the better that she was doing this, she resolved, than to let her grandfather do it in the heat.
Clinging determinedly to the bag handles, Fuu wound her way up the driveway and into the apartment building. For a moment where no one would see, she rested on the stairs -- then hefted her load again, tottering up the short flight to her grandfather's apartment. She knocked once -- with her foot -- then pushed through the door, nudging into the apartment proper.
"Oi," she called. "I know you don't like the air on, but you're going to need it today."
She headed for the kitchen to deposit her load with a whump! on the counters.