On a normal day, she would have flopped down in the chair, her limbs casually draping over the arms in haphazard ways, instead of gently easing into the seat so as to avoid jostling her head. Then again, on a normal day she wouldn't even be awake or moving yet. It was far too early and far, far too bright.
Ra could suck a bag of dicks, she thought peevishly.
Squinting in an attempt to keep all of the light from stabbing its sharp, pointy fingers through her eyeballs and into her brain, she reached for the pain killers. A little moue of displeasure crossed her face when she saw that she had only Gatorade, and the green kind at that, to take them. Bast was not a fan of the stuff, but she understood why Thoth had given it to her. And really, beggars couldn't be choosers. Well, they could, but it would be damn stupid. Like cutting off your nose to spite your face.
Before she could get caught in a loop of cliches, the drapes suddenly closed and there was blessed darkness. She was a really, really big fan of that right now. It made swallowing the Advil more bearable, even when one of the pills got stuck on the very back of the roof of her mouth and she had to take another drink of the Gatorade to dislodge it. Still, ugh.
Bast closed her eyes, appreciating the dimness and the silence. Except the latter was shattered with the sharp rustle of paper. Before the thought even fully formed in her fuzzy brain it was shooting out of her mouth. “Can't you do that any quieter?”
She didn't want to be ungrateful or take advantage of Thoth's kind nature. She just wanted the world to shut the fuck up. Completely. Indefinitely. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?