Domestic bliss...? WHO: Treat and Tanith WHEN: Afternoon WHERE: Treat's house
The best part about owning your own business was you could play hooky whenever you wanted and no one yelled at you. Treat had tried the whole sleep-when-Tanith-was-at-work thing but with the unusually high volume of nightmares he'd been consuming thanks to Tanith's constant presence in his house, he'd not felt the need to sleep for the last two...three? days. And then it all of a sudden hit him. Not the exhaustion - no, that wasn't the problem - but the fact that he could barely run a full mile this morning did concern him. His limbs felt like he couldn't stand on them right and his heart was hammering before he'd hit a quarter-mile. Treat had immediately turned around and gone straight home and sat in his entertainment room watching reruns of The Golden Girls until he'd passed out on the couch. He'd slept through most of the day, only getting up once to go to the restroom and once more to feed the cats. After that, he'd promptly returned to his spot on the couch and went right back to napping.
He'd woken up with a bit of a startle early in the afternoon. Glad he hadn't slept through until Tanith got home for her turn to go to bed, Treat reluctantly got up and padded his way across the room and into the hall. He listened for sounds announcing MacKenna's presence and when he didn't hear the desperate tears of a young teenage boy, he assumed she was still at school or out with her friends. He assumed, of course, she'd made friends. She'd conjured up a date for homecoming at any rate, and that spelled friends to Treat. At least male friends...which he wasn't too concerned about. They were just more alike than he had originally thought. He took a quick trip into his study to grab his cigarettes, a habit he kept under wraps except when he was alone at home. Which, two weeks ago, had been all the time.
Stepping outside with a cigarette in his mouth, he fiddled with his lighter for a second before he noticed Tanith. And...whatever the hell she was doing. He opened the side of his mouth to ask, thought better about it, and then pulled the cigarette out of his mouth to stuff it back in the case. Life was so much simpler when men used to wake up to a hot meal instead of blood on the porch.