Well. After receiving an owl like that, Lola really couldn't do much else than cancel the brisk jog she'd been planning, and instead legged it up to Mel and Brice's room. She only glimpsed Brice before he was out the door, Tracy and Twoey in tow, and he nodded at her, gratefulness obvious in his eyes. Lola gave him a brief smile, and then went over to sit with Mel on the bed.
"Hey Boo," she said and poked her friend on the leg. "Took you long enough to come back. How was India?"
Yes, something was wrong. But they'd get to that. Lola wasn't in a hurry.
Mel turns the slightly dazed look onto Lola, but smiles a bit. 'India...was hot,' she says, and stretches out to open one door of the wardrobe. 'See that salwar kameez?' The other one's on the other side of the wardrobe, and she can't be bothered to get up and move it. 'These totally cosmic Earth angels gave it to me, like halfway through.' She clears her throat. 'Um, Maia got my number and some mates of hers started giving me nuisance calls, so...Brice chucked my phone in a river.' A half-smile. So Brice-like.
'And it went okay,' she finishes slowly. 'Obi got there safe.' And she won't mention the dead ducklings, or the massacre on the train or the tang of blood surrounding the slum. 'Yeah. How was yours?'
Lola turned her head and looked. Ohhh... Fashion. "Definitely cosmic," she decided and nodded approvingly. "I should get one of those." She leaned back against the wall and huddled up comfortably, hugging her knees as she listened. The mentioning of Maia made her wrinkle her nose. "Sounds like her. She's been kind of quiet here while you guys were gone... At least from what I've seen." Lola had noticed how an awful lot of people had popcorned lately. She hadn't noticed that Steph had been one of them, so she hadn't started to worry about what Maia might get up to once she realised her only friend here was gone, maybe forever...
She shrugged. "Pretty good. My guy was this adorable little hero... Azhar. He had to watch over his little sister all by himself." Lola sighed a little sadly. "He was real good, though. Just getting very tired of working so hard." Her mouth curved into a smile, and her dark eyes shone with warmth. "His name means 'luminous'. How cool is that?"
Mel reaches over for her brush and starts to get the cots out of her hair--not that there really are any, but it gives her hands something to do so they're not constantly twisting. 'That is cool.' She can't mention Obi's family issues, not now. It'll be like she's trying to overshadow Lola. 'When did you get back? You don't smell so...you know, end-of-a-mission-y.' The smell of Earth tends to stick around on angels, like it wants to be close to you
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"Hey Boo," she said and poked her friend on the leg. "Took you long enough to come back. How was India?"
Yes, something was wrong. But they'd get to that. Lola wasn't in a hurry.
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'And it went okay,' she finishes slowly. 'Obi got there safe.' And she won't mention the dead ducklings, or the massacre on the train or the tang of blood surrounding the slum. 'Yeah. How was yours?'
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She shrugged. "Pretty good. My guy was this adorable little hero... Azhar. He had to watch over his little sister all by himself." Lola sighed a little sadly. "He was real good, though. Just getting very tired of working so hard." Her mouth curved into a smile, and her dark eyes shone with warmth. "His name means 'luminous'. How cool is that?"
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