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enduring_pryde) wrote2018-10-03 08:08 pm
enduring_pryde) wrote2018-10-03 08:08 pm
The First Evening
They arrived back home after midnight and she was anything but beat, despite how she had been awake for around twenty hours. She felt wired, and not just from the coffee and sweets that she had consumed. It had been a long time she had been so giddy and content.
She starts to unpack some of her essentials--change of clothes for the following day, a night shirt for bed, tooth brush and tooth paste, hair brush, and makeup--and left everything else unpacked. She could deal with it later in the weekend.
Even though things had seemed to move along pretty quickly, she wasn't going to automatically assume that he necessarily wanted her in his bed tonight. That might be a little too fast--or not. It was difficult to say. But she was still looking to Pete for his lead. She leaves her brand new ID card on the dresser and slips back into the small sitting room, dressed in a long blue t-shirt, underwear, and matching socks.
She starts to unpack some of her essentials--change of clothes for the following day, a night shirt for bed, tooth brush and tooth paste, hair brush, and makeup--and left everything else unpacked. She could deal with it later in the weekend.
Even though things had seemed to move along pretty quickly, she wasn't going to automatically assume that he necessarily wanted her in his bed tonight. That might be a little too fast--or not. It was difficult to say. But she was still looking to Pete for his lead. She leaves her brand new ID card on the dresser and slips back into the small sitting room, dressed in a long blue t-shirt, underwear, and matching socks.
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"No, Dad, it's not the commies, it's your son. Remember? Peter? Pain in your arse? Very disappointing? Yes, good, that's me. How was your day?"
He lets his father rattle on about how his day was as he keeps tidying up. "Er...maybe this weekend I'll pop by. I've a guest here, so...Yes, you've met her. Well, you'd have to ask her, Dad, I don't know what she sees in me either." He rubs his face. "No, I don't know where Romany is. Cuz she tells me nothing." He leans against the counter. He sighs. "Nothin's gonna come an' get you in your sleep, Dad, everything's fine. Get some rest, you smelly old geezer."
"Yeah. Me too." He hangs up and sets the phone down next to him, tapping his fingers on the counter, and then looks up when he sees Kitty. "A'right?"