Ted (i_worknumbers) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-05-20 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, ted earley |
Life (Baba)
Ted had gotten into a kind of routine with things. He had work to do for George, making sure that her money increased and that there was the right amount set aside for taxes. Not that he was at all sure that people paid taxes in the City, but just in case. He didn't want to have her fall short somehow, or get into any trouble for not paying.
There were two females and one wolf living in the house with him and Charlie. He was, finally, comfortable with all of them being there. They even had furniture now. Beds for everybody - including the wolf - to sleep on. Couches. A television. Things normal people had in their homes.
Things in this place were abnormal, but in their abnormality, they'd become normal. Normal wasn't normal anymore. And that was okay. Ted was okay with that.
He was also okay with the moving buildings and streets. He'd started thinking of it all kind of like an adventure. New places and new people every single day.
The only unfortunate thing about that was that every day he found a new coffee shop and had to relearn what he wanted to drink and how to say it in their specific coffee shop lingo.
Which is what he was currently contemplating while standing outside and looking at what he was sure was the hundredth coffee shop he'd been to.