WHO: Kenny and Ella WHAT: She needs to stop being a brat WHEN: Last night WHERE: Their place WARNINGS: Swearing, anything else TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Kenny was feeling much better thanks to Death and her brother. He really couldn't thank them enough for allowing him to get the sleep he missed over the last few weeks. Now that he was well rested, he was less grumpy and snappish and more like his old, easygoing self.
The same couldn't be said for Ella, though. Ever since Dagny's death, she'd pretty much been holed up in her room. The only time she really left the house was to go to work or in the backyard to burn shit. And Kenny had been sympathic at first. After all, he too had been upset when Dagny died. But that was more than a couple weeks ago and she was back, and Ella was still upset.
Both he and Jo had been patient, but now he was beginning to lose his. Dagny was alive. Sure she was a brat and didn't remember them right now, but she was alive. In his opinion, he thought Ella should be happy and grateful, but instead she was acting like a, well, a whiny brat.
And tonight he had had enough. He headed up to her room, not bothering on knocking when he burst in. He wasn't surprised to find that it was dark. Of fucking course it was dark, and he switched the light on. He saw her lying in bed and sighed. "Okay, get up," he told her in a stern voice. "Seriously, this shit has gone on long enough."