|marek bobbin is lightly toasted (hekatos) wrote in uprisingrpg,|
@ 2011-07-08 17:00:00
|Entry tags:||marek bobbin, melinda bobbin|
Who: Marek and Melinda
When: Friday morning
Where: their flat
Warnings: Bobbins come with their own warnings.
At some point the night before, Marek had gotten back to the flat. He had put it off as long as possible, so that he didn't end up punching his sister in the face. He hadn't wanted to hit her in the first place, but she'd started it. And if she hadn't gotten at least somewhat back to her normal self after that, he wasn't sure what would happen when he he saw her again.
When he'd gotten home, he'd gone straight to bed and passed out almost immediately. He'd briefly considered putting up the wards to lock her out that they used when they had company over, but decided against it. Then he'd fallen asleep, and known nothing else until morning.
He woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, wafting under his door. Somewhat suspiciously, he got up and dressed before heading out into the kitchen, still sporting the bruises from their fight, although the salve Chas had given him had made them considerably better.