Marisa Selwyn (a_singing_cat) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-05 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-02, august |
Spare me your freaking dirty looks
Who: August and Marisa
When: Late afternoon
Where: Starbucks
The first day of classes could've gone better, but it could've gone worse too. Marisa just hadn't been able to put her whole self into it thanks to still worrying about Jacob. He was out of the hospital now, yes, but he wasn't with her. He was with the Marsh's and she couldn't see him again until the weekend unless they asked her over. Which they weren't going to do, that'd be halfway decent and they didn't have a decent bone in their bodies where she was concerned. They really didn't. Marisa didn't even think that she was being mean by thinking that. The Marsh family were basically the sort of people that had played the bogey-man in Felicity Selwyn's scary stories for her girls. Marisa had grown terrified of people who'd hate her for being a were and she'd ended up married to one of them. That was probably irony. And the universe paying her back. But really, with thoughts like those circling around and around in her head she didn't think it was all that surprising that she had hardly managed a degree of enthusiasm for her morning or afternoon class. All that she wanted to do right now was go to Starbucks and then home to crash on the couch and not move until it was time for bed.
The rain wasn't doing anything for her mood. Marisa hated rain. Not just because it was cold, but because it made all the smells vanish like they hadn't even been there. Why didn't more people understand that? Rain was necessary, yes, but she didn't have to like it. Umbrellas were an invention straight out of heaven and she loved hers. It stayed in her purse even when it was a lovely day outside, just in case. Umbrella or not the rain was heavy enough to splash up and soak the bottom of her pants and she really wished that she'd thought out her footwear longer before rushing out the door. Oh well, all she had to do was... stand in that massive line to get her coffee.
Really? Marisa sighed and shook out her umbrella, sliding it closed before she stepped inside and into line. The only way that waiting in line could've been more -- ew! The snow leopard's nose wrinkled as a familiar, and still as unpleasant as it had even been, scent assaulted her senses. "Uck," Marisa muttered under her breath, bringing her hand up to cover her nose. Wet dog wasn't ever pleasant. Wet wolf wasn't any better even if it happened to be walking around disguised like a person right now. And she knew that exact smell. When she had been younger she had never really been able to figure out why people had trouble distinguishing between the Summers' twins; they smelled completely different. And one of them really didn't like her. It figured that the one she was smelling was that one. He was also standing right there. Say hi? Bolt? ...no, I want this coffee. And Julian will hear about it. Did that actually matter? Apparently. "Hey August."