25 Unicorn Street, All Day Tuesday

[on_her_korhal]

She woke up that morning with the buzzing of no minds in her head and a cat on her face. "Seriously," Kerrigan told Mustang, blinking a little, "You've got issues." She rubbed at her eye, once, palm-first, then reached over in a desperate attempt to shut off the damn record player.

It was getting the hell on her nerves, as much as the loud clattering noise of the bottles as they fell to the floor. "Fuck," she muttered, under her breath, then slipped out of bed, padded into the living room, and opted to do the morning exercise before coffee.

It wasn't going to do wonders for her mood. She just felt like bruising something.

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Comments

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Other version of me must have been mentally unstable. Or drunk." She picked up her cup. "But he was nice to the boy."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"That's something, I guess."

Deep dark coffee. It looked good. Much better than--

"Almost graduation, huh."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River nodded, then fell silent.

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I'll get some groceries over the week," she said, pouring coffee into her own cup, then held up pot to River. "You can come by and cook to your heart's content."

Re: Morning/Afternoon

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

A small smile appeared. "I like that plan."