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Tweak says, "Mmm pie!"

Linnaea ~ Sigyn (delicatefire) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-20 21:47:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, sigyn

Between you and me...
Who: Kami and Naea
What: Naea's bringing tools to save the day! And... girl chat ensues.
Where: #607
When: 10/20/10
Warnings: Nothing as of yet. We'll keep you updated.

Naea moved down the hall, her little green toolbox in hand. She'd decided a while ago while living by herself that it would be wise to pick one up, just for small around-the-house stuff. Now that Kami was in need of a hammer and a hand, it made her feel good to dust it off a little.

And now that she was on her own, again, she had a feeling it would be used a bit more often. Somehow, Naea managed to compile the loss of her father and the disappearance of David into one big ball of shit mourning. Mainly because she wasn't sure how to deal with either.

Taking a deep breath, she knocks on Kami's door quietly and waits patiently for her new friend to open up.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-25 07:07 am UTC (link)

"Nope and I'd've been offering if you hadn't asked." Kami gave her another fierce squeeze and then slid from the couch, taking the glass from her guest. She reached out with her other hand to brush a piece of Linnaea's dark hair out of her eyes; the motion was unusually soothing, warm comfort and care. Then she turned on her heel and padded back to the kitchen where the almost immediate clink of glass indicated the retrieval of bottles. "And, of course, he's an asshole," she called back over her shoulder. "I just didn't know if you were ready to say that. Sometimes it takes time to call a spade a spade. What's your poison?"

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delicatefire
2010-10-25 05:53 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, trust me. I've said it plenty of times in the last couple years." Naea considered the question at hand. "And I'll drink whatever doesn't make my eyes burn out of their sockets."

She found herself considering Kami's actions. Naea couldn't remember the last time someone had been as delicate with her. Perhaps her mother, but sometimes the images were fuzzy because they were so long ago. "I admit. I'm not entirely sure if I can stay here, mostly because I don't know how far ahead in rent he paid and lord knows I don't make nearly enough to afford the apartment on this floor. I do all right, but..." She shrugged, her mind bogged down a little suddenly.

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