harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-20 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-01, harper, josh |
hey, friend. you hungry?
WHO | Harper & Josh
WHERE | Phonelines --> Harper's apartment
WHEN | After this
The bell above the door chimed merrily as Harper walked into the bakery. Even though she'd lived here her entire life, she always thought it looked a little strange after closing with all the lights turned off. While that thought was present, it was rather subdued; at the moment she was more or less concentrating on making it upstairs with the almost overflowing bags of food she'd managed to get from the Golden Dragon. She had an appetite, no question about that, but there was enough food here for about an army and a half. The elasticity of the bags was really being put to the test with as many cardboard boxes were shoved inside. She could see the corners pressing into the plastic to the point that the bag was nearly transparent. So her journey up the stairs was less a walk and more a jaunt as she skipped every other stair. "If you're in the floor anywhere near the door, you might want to move," she called up to her familiar. "If you make me drop anything, you'll get none of it." Of course, if something dropped and spilled onto the floor, who else was going to get it? Crayola seemed to be thinking along the same lines, judging by the scoff she heard in her mind, but he was nowhere near the door when she walked into her apartment.
'Good lord, woman. Are you depressed or just trying to stockpile for the winter?'
Harper scowled as she rushed over to the counter and placed the bags gently on its surface. "Keep it up and you'll get nothing." 'I'm sure I could get into those bags and you'd never even notice. What did you do, buy the whole place out?' Crayola came around and idly rubbed against her ankle with his tail flicking behind him. The gesture could have been mistaken for affection from any other cat, but Harper knew better. "Beg all you want. If you really want some, you just have to be nice to me." Almost as if she'd flung water at him, Crayola skittered away. He jumped onto the back of the sofa and began to knead his paws into the material. 'Why don't you call someone to come over and share? I thought I saw the lights on in Josh's shop. Maybe he hasn't had anything to eat yet.' After he placed the suggestion, he hopped down onto the cushion of the couch, out of Harper's sight.
Her lips twisted downward as she thought. She wasn't about to vocalize that her familiar actually had a good idea, but she did reach over for her cordless phone. She didn't have Josh's personal number -- because when the hell would she have gotten those digits? -- but she'd had a business card for Bits & Bytes for a while now. What? She had a business that depended on certain technological... things. Like her cash register! What would happen if that broke? Or her computer, where she kept most of her custom order information? Those were perfectly legitimate reasons to have the number to Josh's computer shop. So she dialed the number and waited semi-patiently for Josh to answer. She didn't even stop to think about how his shop was probably closed and he might not answer the business line.