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Grey Matter
grape 16. double jeopardy
Rainbow Sherbert 10. gray
malt: roisin_farrell's stocking stuffer: There's wicked thoughts behind your eyes.
Rainbow Sprinkles
gummy bunny: 31_days: January 23: it was never our lives in a song that I never penned
rating: G words: 750 summary: Karima and her rat
notes: this was really just intended as a character study of Karima and its reads like one. Also, grey was a hard prompt.
“Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” Gemma’s warning tone stopped Karima in the doorway.
“Okay. It’s not what you think it is.” The young artist’s unconvincing and slightly confused expression did little to abate Gemma’s fear and she glanced at the cage in Karima’s hand in concern.
“It’s a rat, isn’t it?” Gemma asked, watching as the small grey creatures pushed its nose out of the hay it had been hiding in, clearly sniffing the surroundings.
“Yes.” Karima’s answer was unnecessary but she grinned at the animal, putting down her messenger bag in the doorway and walking over to the sofa.
“You know Mozart’s going to eat him in seconds.” Gemma’s question was phrased like a statement, as she shifted in the armchair so she leaned away from Karima and the rat.
“Mozart?” Karima laughed cheerfully. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Feeling slightly insulted on the behalf of her cat, Gemma shot Karima a glare.
“That creature-”
“His name is Fatty.” Karima interrupted.
“Fatty?” Gemma deadpanned. “You saved a rat from death and then punished it by calling it Fatty?”
“It’s a normal name for a rat!” Karima protested, glaring at Gemma.
“This is why you’re an artist, not a writer.”
“Leave me alone.” Karima sniffed in mock offense and opened the cage, letting the rat crawl up the length of her arm until he settled on her shoulder, carefully sniffing her t-shirt and her neck.
“Anyway,” Gemma said, looking at the rat in mild disgust, “the issue is that ‘Fatty’ is a rat and Mozart is a cat; I see an inherent conflict.”
“You would.” Karima muttered, grinning at Gemma as Gemma sighed in annoyance. “I’m kidding.” She promised.
“I know you are.” Gemma unfurled herself from the position in her chair and stretched slowly. “Do you want some tea?”
“Yes please!” Karima grinned. She knew that the second the topic of conversation changed that she had won: Fatty would be allowed to reside with her. She nuzzled the rat victoriously and watched Gemma as the English woman walked towards their communal kitchen. She listened to the familiar sounds of the preparation of tea: Gemma humming some piece under her breath, the clanking of the mugs, the purring sound of the kettle boiling and Gemma’s curses when she couldn’t find the tea.
“What class was Fatty helping you with then?” Gemma called from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, patiently waiting for the kettle to boil as she watched her friend play with her new pet.
“That teaching class.” Karima replied absently.
“A teaching class? Thank you for being so specific.” Gemma commented dryly. Karima rolled her eyes with a grin.
“I only take four.” She pointed out sheepishly.
“Out of four possible classes.” Gemma added, though her sarcasm was meant as a joke. “You are always so helpful.”
“I do try.” Karima protested at her friend, grinning as Gemma rolled her eyes. The switch in the kettle, accompanied with the whistle of steam escaping, alerted Gemma to the hot water. She poured the hot water into both mugs and returned to her arm chair, putting one cup down on the coffee table a healthy distance from Karima and the rat.
“I suppose nothing I say will make you get rid of that creature, will it?” The distaste in Gemma’s voice was clear. Karima laughed in an almost manic fashion.
“Nope.” She agreed. “You wouldn’t let me have the boa constrictor.”
“I wonder why.” Gemma commented dryly, sipping at the tea with the singular immunity to its heat that only British people had. Karima rolled her eyes.
“There is comes again. What’s wrong? You seem more sarcastic than usual.”
Gemma sighed and then tapped her cup with the singular rhythm of her own impatience. “I miss home.” She explained, though her own voice was tinged with confusion. Karima looked down at her rat.
“She doesn’t understand why she misses home.” She told the rat in a whisper.
“Well, I think that’s it anyway.” Gemma sighed and pointed to the unopened letter on the coffee table. “That’s a letter from one of the medium security prisons around the London area. If I am not mistaken, the letter is from my brother. I just don’t want to deal with that.”
Karima looked at the letter. She shook her head. “Advantage of coming from a household with only one child.” She told Gemma and Fatty with a sigh. “No one to be disappointed with.”
grape 16. double jeopardy
Rainbow Sherbert 10. gray
malt: roisin_farrell's stocking stuffer: There's wicked thoughts behind your eyes.
Rainbow Sprinkles
gummy bunny: 31_days: January 23: it was never our lives in a song that I never penned
rating: G words: 750 summary: Karima and her rat
notes: this was really just intended as a character study of Karima and its reads like one. Also, grey was a hard prompt.
“Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” Gemma’s warning tone stopped Karima in the doorway.
“Okay. It’s not what you think it is.” The young artist’s unconvincing and slightly confused expression did little to abate Gemma’s fear and she glanced at the cage in Karima’s hand in concern.
“It’s a rat, isn’t it?” Gemma asked, watching as the small grey creatures pushed its nose out of the hay it had been hiding in, clearly sniffing the surroundings.
“Yes.” Karima’s answer was unnecessary but she grinned at the animal, putting down her messenger bag in the doorway and walking over to the sofa.
“You know Mozart’s going to eat him in seconds.” Gemma’s question was phrased like a statement, as she shifted in the armchair so she leaned away from Karima and the rat.
“Mozart?” Karima laughed cheerfully. “He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Feeling slightly insulted on the behalf of her cat, Gemma shot Karima a glare.
“That creature-”
“His name is Fatty.” Karima interrupted.
“Fatty?” Gemma deadpanned. “You saved a rat from death and then punished it by calling it Fatty?”
“It’s a normal name for a rat!” Karima protested, glaring at Gemma.
“This is why you’re an artist, not a writer.”
“Leave me alone.” Karima sniffed in mock offense and opened the cage, letting the rat crawl up the length of her arm until he settled on her shoulder, carefully sniffing her t-shirt and her neck.
“Anyway,” Gemma said, looking at the rat in mild disgust, “the issue is that ‘Fatty’ is a rat and Mozart is a cat; I see an inherent conflict.”
“You would.” Karima muttered, grinning at Gemma as Gemma sighed in annoyance. “I’m kidding.” She promised.
“I know you are.” Gemma unfurled herself from the position in her chair and stretched slowly. “Do you want some tea?”
“Yes please!” Karima grinned. She knew that the second the topic of conversation changed that she had won: Fatty would be allowed to reside with her. She nuzzled the rat victoriously and watched Gemma as the English woman walked towards their communal kitchen. She listened to the familiar sounds of the preparation of tea: Gemma humming some piece under her breath, the clanking of the mugs, the purring sound of the kettle boiling and Gemma’s curses when she couldn’t find the tea.
“What class was Fatty helping you with then?” Gemma called from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, patiently waiting for the kettle to boil as she watched her friend play with her new pet.
“That teaching class.” Karima replied absently.
“A teaching class? Thank you for being so specific.” Gemma commented dryly. Karima rolled her eyes with a grin.
“I only take four.” She pointed out sheepishly.
“Out of four possible classes.” Gemma added, though her sarcasm was meant as a joke. “You are always so helpful.”
“I do try.” Karima protested at her friend, grinning as Gemma rolled her eyes. The switch in the kettle, accompanied with the whistle of steam escaping, alerted Gemma to the hot water. She poured the hot water into both mugs and returned to her arm chair, putting one cup down on the coffee table a healthy distance from Karima and the rat.
“I suppose nothing I say will make you get rid of that creature, will it?” The distaste in Gemma’s voice was clear. Karima laughed in an almost manic fashion.
“Nope.” She agreed. “You wouldn’t let me have the boa constrictor.”
“I wonder why.” Gemma commented dryly, sipping at the tea with the singular immunity to its heat that only British people had. Karima rolled her eyes.
“There is comes again. What’s wrong? You seem more sarcastic than usual.”
Gemma sighed and then tapped her cup with the singular rhythm of her own impatience. “I miss home.” She explained, though her own voice was tinged with confusion. Karima looked down at her rat.
“She doesn’t understand why she misses home.” She told the rat in a whisper.
“Well, I think that’s it anyway.” Gemma sighed and pointed to the unopened letter on the coffee table. “That’s a letter from one of the medium security prisons around the London area. If I am not mistaken, the letter is from my brother. I just don’t want to deal with that.”
Karima looked at the letter. She shook her head. “Advantage of coming from a household with only one child.” She told Gemma and Fatty with a sigh. “No one to be disappointed with.”