A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Saturday Afternoon

[vanillajello]

Thanks to her dreams, Kate had woken up today to the completely crushing thought that there'd be no more lazy mornings of waking up happy and clinging and sprawling, and having the familiar smell of pale graveyard boy be the first thing to register with her about a new day

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[chose_humanity]

At some point, Nina came downstairs.

She muttered a brief "Hi," as she headed for the front door, her head hanging low. She didn't seem particularly up for conversation; in fact, she was already pulling on the door handle.

[[ you're going to get all the bristolians passing by now, ma'am. be careful who you open to! ]]

[vanillajello]

Kate glanced at her, briefly. "Hi." No, she wasn't much for conversation either, really. "Leaving?"

Okay, maybe just the tiniest bit.

[Well, it was a risk I was willing to take.]

[chose_humanity]

Nina opened her mouth like she wanted to say more, and wound up going with "...Yeah," before ducking her head and slipping out the door.

She shut it rather loudly behind her.

George picked that exact moment to start whistling obnoxiously upstairs.

[vanillajello]

Kate quirked an eyebrow almost imperceptibly at the door, then made a face at the whistling.

And then she went back to running her fingertips along the row of CD cases.