Kassidy Weaver / Stature (pymstealer) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-04-15 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | colby quimby, jay kanoska |
WHO: Colby and Jay
WHEN: Friday evening
WHERE: Their apartment, at least to start with.
WHAT: Mostly fluff.
WARNINGS: TBD, but probably nothing major. Some E.D. references.
It wasn't often that Colby wasn't busy. Between work and the Young Avengers, downtime wasn't really a thing so much as it was a luxury. She didn't mind it, though. She'd always been a fan of keeping busy, at one point so neurotic and type A that it drove her high school classmates crazy. Of course there were more underlying factors to that entire thing, but it didn't mean that her fondness for being busy was merely a side-effect of her illness. There was something satisfying about being constantly busy.
She was, however, grateful for the night off without any concrete plans. She would be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't exhausted from being on the go, and the lack of a time constraint on anything she could possibly want to do that night. Clay wasn't home. She wasn't sure where he was, or when he'd be back, but that was okay. As much as she cared for her brother, they weren't attached at the hip despite how close they were. Instead, while he was out and about, she was in the kitchen. Somewhere she didn't spend a lot of time. Besides the fact that she still struggled with the whole cooking thing--yes, she really was that bad--the kitchen wasn't some place she felt extremely comfortable in yet.
She'd gotten a lot better, and it wasn't something she took for granted. With the combination of therapy and a fantastic support system (and limiting her time with her mother, who seemed to be a massive trigger for her), Colby's issues with food had become manageable. She had been taught coping mechanisms, and she had fantastic distractors in her brothers, her friends, and, of course, Jay. It didn't mean she didn't struggle still sometimes, and she probably always would, but it wasn't such a huge weight anymore. Ten paces in the right direction.
That night she sat on the counter in the kitchen, a bag of baby carrots laying open next to her. She was snacking on them, fleeting thoughts about how she could make them her meal instead of a snack shaking from her head with every crunch. Her eyes darted down to the back as she tried to counter the thought with what she could put the carrots in to make a better meal, but that brought her back to how she was banned from cutting vegetables for a while. An excuse if there ever was one.
"Jay?" She called out. Distraction was needed before she got too caught up in her head. "If you come teach me how to cook something, I'll pay you a bloody fortune!"