At Sixes and Sevens [tag: Kratos]
She was only a little bit chicken shit. At least that was her argument when she texted Bast to tell her where she was an that since Kratos wasn't home, she had to wait outside. That's what Ninkasi was going to do, anyway. The idea of calling or sending him a text -or something, to try to coordinate schedules or something was just going to create a ridiculous build up of anxiety and honestly, it was easier if she just... sat vigil outside his damn door until he showed up again. She'd break in to use his bathroom if she had to, and then back out again, because it was best that she not surprise him inside. He wasn't sleeping. He never slept through the day. Ever. And it was daylight out.
He could be a busy guy, though, depending on what -if anything, Zeus had going on and if even Kray had any plans of his own. So, she might be here for awhile. Oh, well.
It was alright, Ninkasi brought provisions. And gifts. The tee-shirt she found months ago that made her think of him was with her, it was hilarious and a bit awkward. But, maybe it would add humor to this really uncomfortable subject. The case of beer she also brought -her own beer, was meant for Kratos but she swiped one bottle for herself after about 20 minutes of sitting. It would only need to be one since she could refill it as she wanted. As a bonus, the heavy cardboard case could serve as a chair if her butt got sick of the floor at some point.
For now, she was doing alright. She had clean pants on -she actually really loved the slim fit on the jeans, a white tank top that was actually still white. That was something noteworthy on its own. It proved she had learned to do laundry properly.
After 45 minutes, Ninkasi started to regret the high-heeled booted no matter how cute they looked with everything else because they were not suited to sitting on the floor at all and taking them off would be really awkward... having to pull them back on... in front of someone... would be even worse. She was going to have to suck it up.
After an hour she needed to get her hair off her neck -and omghaditonlybeenanhour, so she was grateful that she actually brought a bag with her and that it had pens in it. Hair was messily twisted up and stabbed in place with the pens as if they were hair-sticks.
Ninkasi had her earbuds in, listening -and quietly singing along, to an 80s pop mix that was probably just a touch too loud, and playing Scribblenauts on her phone at the same time -not even a bit worried about battery life because she had one of those emergency back-up battery charger things tucked away in her bag... along with some other things, and was sucking on a Root Beer flavored Dum-dum. It was one of the few acceptable flavors of those cheap suckers. It was the only one she could suck on and still take sips of the stout and not make a face of utter disgust over.
So... she waited. She wasn't normally all that patient, but... she waited. She had no idea what she was going to say, it had been what... like six months??? But...
“Oh, you little sons of bitches,” she muttered with the sucker in her mouth when the ladder she drew in the game didn't accomplish what she wanted it to.