Watching paint dry turned out to be boring. Far more boring than she could manage. She ended up standing long enough to grab some water and her laptop before returning to the beanbag. While her intent had been to check a few accounts and maybe scan through some online retailers for new décor, what Ninkasi ended up doing instead was scrolling through folders of old photographs.
“Fuck my life,” she grumbled at herself when she realized what she was doing. Dionysos was right. So was her aunt. And she knew damn well she was the one intentionally unintentionally avoiding him now by making lame excuses to not initiate contact. Was she nearly ten thousand years old or sixteen? She should call or text him or...
Ninkasi jumped. There was a knock at the door.
She looked down at her laptop, then over to her phone suspiciously, then turned her head toward the door. It couldn't have been. No. Last time it was because she hadn't texted him back, but her phone had been dead. Now... well... Okay, she was sort of avoiding him. But, this was different, he kind of knew why. So he wouldn't break her door down if she just sat there really still and didn't say anything. Would he?
Oh, she was being ridiculous. Maybe it was just those boys who took the discarded couch and they found something in it they thought she might want. Ninkasi set the laptop on the crate next to her water an her phone, crawled out of the bean bag and made her way to the door. She probably had paint on her. Ah well.
Though, of all the people she expected to find standing at her door at that moment, Thor was not one of them. “Hey,” she said, genuinely surprised. “Come on in. I didn't hear of any damage reports, so I guess it went well...” There, now she could think about something else for awhile. Perfect!