|Kenzi Malikov - friend, warrior, heart. (ex_the_kenzi392) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-03-26 20:49:00
|Entry tags:||ginger, kenzi|
WHO: Kenzi and Ginger!
WHAT: Pretending not to be worried about stuff back home while making a mess in the kitchen.
WHERE: Complex kitchen!
RATING: PG-13 for the inevitable Kenzi-speak.
Yeah, Kenzi had needed a break. After she had gone and gotten herself all Kenzi-napped by Inari - the psycho-bitch Kitsune who had decided that slapping on Kenzi's face and stealing her life would be just swell - some quality time away from the Fae and all their inevitable shit had been in order. In her book, that meant more time at home pretending that the entire incident had never happened, less time being locked in a cave with hairy, growly, monster-people...thingies. Instead? Some magical, apocalyptic, extremely rude seal decided to zap her into a world where everything seemed to be just as ( if not more ) screwy as home was. In conclusion: this was not the break that Kenzi had been looking for.
Screwed as her priorities were, the end of the world wasn't even the thing about being dragged to this hot mess that bothered Kenzi the most. Bo needed her right now. Trick had unloaded all that Dawning info on them before Kenzi had gone poof and, if what he was saying was true, Bo was gonna need her to watch her back. But how was she supposed to do that from all the way over here?
Anxiety and Kenzi didn't mix that well, yet her worries didn't seem all that interested in jumping out of her head just yet. With a growl of irritation that probably would have made Dyson laugh, Kenzi looked down at the table in front of herself, finally taking in the mess of a sandwich that she had distractedly concocted for the first time since she'd stalked her way into the kitchen. Bread, chocolate chips, maple syrup, marshmallows, bananas...onions, butter, pickles, ketchup?
"Deeeee-licious," Kenzi muttered sarcastically. Black boots scuffed against the floor as she turned, leaned against the table littered with the wild assortment of items that she'd pulled from the fridge earlier, and folded her arms across her chest. Mutated sandwich. Still a thousand times better than a mutated Under Fae version of Bo. What if she failed the Dawning? What if...? Nope. No. Kenzi threw her hands into the air and pushed herself away from the table with an air of finality. Not happening. No way. No how. Her girl wasn't going to flunk this stupid Fae evolutionary exam. She'd find her way back before then. She had to, right?
Kenzi peered down at her sandwich, nose wrinkling at the sight of ketchup on chocolate. It was possible that ordering pizza would have been a wiser dinner arrangement.