Farren Summers is not a babymaker (abusingsarcasm) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-12 02:57:00 |
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Nothing spurred Farren to get home faster than the promise of a fun evening. She’d dealt with rude people, uncooperative repair clerks, and indecisive customers long enough that she felt like she deserved a reward. And Jo? She had that reward waiting for her at home. The older wolf wasted no time in getting home, changing into something comfy, and grabbing bowls and bags full of chips and popcorn before heading into the living room. She created a small fort out of the snack food before she plopped down onto the couch, game controller in her hand, headset planted on her head. She was beyond ready, but Jo wasn’t in sight.
“Jo!” She called, though her voice was hardly raised.
There wasn’t a response right away (or fast enough for Farren’s tastes), so she sighed and kicked her feet a little bit in her impatience. “Jo!” Her tone was more insistent this time, though she still had yet to really be loud. She wasn’t afraid of anyone else telling her off for being annoying; well, except maybe her mother. But the whole house was so distraught over Lotti and Kyle being stuck in the high school, so she thought they needed a little humor to cheer them up. Or at least distract them.
At last, Farren decided that her sister was really just deaf, though it made sense that her sister was probably just on her way and was ignoring her pleas. She threw herself back into the cushion behind her and began to thump her fists to either side of her while her feet flailed wildly. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face clearly feigned the tantrum of a two year old. Farren Summers: the most mature of the Summers girls. Obviously.
“JO! JO, I NEED YOU NOW. I’M DYING WITHOUT MY JO. AND MY HALO. I MEAN YOUR HALO.”