Some things slide by so carelessly Who: Dagmar and Kajsa Where: Niemi home - Briarwood When: Morning
Dagmar liked sleeping in. She was a lazy thing, truth be told, and she hadn't exactly been given a large number of reasons to wake up and stay that way. But today she'd decided that she wanted to go shopping. And she was taking Kajsa with her. If her sister was going to be living with them then they were going to have sisterly shopping time whether she wanted it or not. Dagmar was fond of her big sister, she was actually her favorite sibling. Even if she is the golden child. Please! She's done at least as much wrong as me. Shaking those thoughts off, Dagmar rolled out of bed, still yawning and shuffled out the door and down the hall without waking her familiar up. Last thing she needed was his cheerful thoughts when her own weren't quite coherent yet. Probably not helped by the fact that she had kept one of the bottles of liquor from Harley's party a few nights ago and had it stashed under her bed where Linnea would hopefully not find it. Her mom could be so uptight about that.
"Kajsa!" Dagmar called when she reached the door, not even bothering to knock before she twisted the handle and pushed it open. The first step in caused her to reel, eyes suddenly wide as she touched her dully aching head. And standing inside of Kajsa's doorframe was only making it worse. Like... it felt like being in a church and Dagmar did not like it even a little bit. Shaking her head she stepped back out, breathing heavily as she leaned against the frame. Blinking away the tears she didn't know had started with the pressure and the feeling of... purity that hurt like the prick of pins, Dagmar glared at the lump where her sister was. "Hey, what the hell is wrong with your room?" She demanded, fumbling a slipper off her foot and tossing it at Kajsa's head. "I am talking to you, Kajsa Dew Niemi!" Logical and voice control were things that would happen when it wasn't before noon and her head didn't feel like it had been assaulted.