Allana threw the pencil she’d been holding across the room and into her open backpack. “Done!” she called out triumphantly, then pointed her index finger downwards at the series of problems that marched in grim columns down the worksheet she’d been assigned for fourth period math. “Quadratic equations? You are now my bitches. All of you.” The problems, who didn’t seem bothered by news of their subjugation, were rather unsatisfying to brag to, however. Especially unsatisfying given that their completion was the capstone to an all day homework marathon that had included what felt like five million hours of studying for her American History midterm before she’d even begun the math.
“You’re impressed with me right?” she asked, swiveling in her chair to face Daisy who was lounging on the foot of Allana’s bed…completely asleep. Allana scowled and Daisy, sensing attention directed at her through their bond, opened one eye, surveyed her owner, and – having determined that the interruption to her nap had nothing to do with food or an imminent walk – closed the eye again and went back to sleep. “Well fine,” Allana muttered, “but I’d like to see you do any of that. You don’t even have thumbs.”
She leaned back in her chair and cast a glance at her computer clock which showed 4pm. The whole evening was suddenly open since she’d managed to get her work done, and she thought of going for coffee or seeing if Rose and Ariel wanted to catch another movie, but she was feeling a sort of lazy contentment that made staying in sound more appealing. She looked at the clock again. Even on Sunday Kon has to be up by now, she decided and got up, slipped on a pair of flip-flops she had lying around for walking around the complex, and – after throwing a biscuit to Daisy in a pre-departure ritual – ambled out the door of her apartment without bothering to change out of the camisole and shorts she’d been doing her homework in.
When she reached Kon’s apartment she knocked twice and then poked her head inside without waiting for an answer. They were both fairly casual about strolling in and out of each other’s apartments these days, especially after the weeks immediately following Kon’s death and return when Allana had been something of a fixture in her boyfriend’s apartment. If she was honest she wasn’t completely over needing to be reassured that she wouldn’t wake up and find that his return was just something she’d dreamed, it was the sort of thing that was more probable in dreams after all, and it was easier to get that reassurance if all she had to do was roll over in bed to see the revived boyfriend in question. Still, being clingy wasn’t going to help Kon feel like things were getting back to normal, and so they’d mostly returned to their old routines, staying over at each other’s apartments only a couple nights a week. The easy sense of shared space, however, had remained and she felt no compunction about laughing when she saw him lounging on the couch.
“You totally just woke up didn’t you, sidekick?” she teased, “Up for company?”