|i_amsoaring (i_amsoaring) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2014-02-07 13:42:00
|Entry tags:||hoban washburne, joanna harvelle, maxine baker|
Me and my Shadow (Maxine, Jo)
Wash had never really wanted a twin. He'd had three older siblings so that had been enough. If Wash HAD wanted a twin the person sitting across the kitchen table from him staring at him with smiling eyes, tidy hair, and in a sweater vest (of all things) would not have been his ideal brother.
The thing that was bothering him in particular right now (because a lot of things about the "Wash" that The City had created bothered him) was the fact that notWash had two pieces of buttered toast on a plate in front of him that he hadn't eaten. He had a cup of coffee that he hadn't touched and The City daily paper was in his hand almost as if it were a prop.
Wash shovelled cereal in his mouth watching him from underneath his scruffy light red bangs.
It had been more than difficult sharing notWash's existence to Jo. Wash thought it was a good idea as any to leave the man-thing in the closet for the foreseeable future. But Jo needed something out of the closet. Wash was surprised (and slightly disappointed) the man was still alive.
He shovelled more cereal in his mouth.
"Should we get Maxine up? It's almost time for school!" notWash said, smiling.
"School's out today," Wash replied shortly. "Inservice."
Inservice was some sort of teacher cult, Wash decided when he couldn't get a straight answer on what it meant through Maxine.
"Oh. Well. Does she have homework? We should probably make sure she's up to--"
"Nope," Wash replied, shovelling more cereal.
"You know...I'm her father," notWash stated.
Wash glared. He clinched his fists and bared his teeth. He hated that he hated his own face so much right now.