43 Unicorn Drive, Monday
Kenzi woke up in the gutter, having thankfully not bled to death. That was always awkward. Grumbling, she made her way home, let herself in, and flopped down on the Papa-san chair. Zenkie la Gothika came over to investigate.
"What kind of apology present do you get people for setting fire to them?" Kenzi asked her cat, picking her up. "Booze or ice cream?"
Zenkie seemed to be of the opinion that ice cream worked, given her reaction to Kenzi's breakfast. It was that kind of morning.
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"What kind of apology present do you get people for setting fire to them?" Kenzi asked her cat, picking her up. "Booze or ice cream?"
Zenkie seemed to be of the opinion that ice cream worked, given her reaction to Kenzi's breakfast. It was that kind of morning.
[open to roomies, friends, phone calls/texts]