| At Sixes and Sevens [tag: Kratos] |
[19 Sep 2014|08:48am] |
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. )
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| Close to the Chest (tag: Hermod) |
[19 Sep 2014|05:58pm] |
Bast wasn't even sure what day it was when she finally woke from an alcohol induced coma. At least, not until she checked her phone, which already had a text message on it from Ninkasi. Apparently she was going to take Bast's advice and stick her hand down Kratos' pants, once he arrived.
It took a day and a half, several showers, and a lot of water before Bast felt even close to normal. ( Damn tequila. )
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