Adah Price (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ecirpnellehada) wrote,@ 2008-03-08 01:26:00 |
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| Current mood: |  moody |
| Entry tags: | bob the bunny, nekkid fun time lol, room 218, the artist, the disappearing roommate |
Room 218; Early Saturday Morning.
Early morning came and passed, but it was a different sort of Saturday morning than usual. Usually, Honour was up even before Adah, rising before she typically did so that she could get ready for her shift at the clinic. This time, though, she'd gotten up early, she'd went out to the stables, same so far. She fed her horse, brushed his coat. Still the same. But then she slipped onto its saddle, rode out, and that was what was different. She left, and left a few things behind for her silent roommate. She left behind her roses, a few of her books... ...and her boyfriend. The roses and the books Adah could handle; she was quite glad for them, in fact. The boyfriend, she knew from previous experience, would eventually go away, but the artist tended to sleep in late, and she wasn't entirely certain she was comfortable with her leaving him in what was now technically her room (especially now as she realized this was the first time in her life she'd had a room of her own, which was a bit surreal). Especially not naked. Still, he did sleep in late, usually, so she figured she wouldn't have to worry about him waking up while she herself got ready. |
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Maybe it was the soft, uneven shuffling of bare feet. Maybe it was the quiet sliding of dresser drawers and shifting of cotton-poly blend. Or maybe it just might have been the twitching nose of a rabbit against his cheek one second and then, the next, as A.J. shifted in response and went to move a hand to brush whatever it was out of the way, gone, as Bob hopped away and off the bed unnoticed. Whatever it was, for whatever reason, A.J., who usually did sleep in incredibly late, was dragged a little bit out of sleep, and started to feel vaguely aware of things. The most present and noticable of these things was the fact that he was alone, when he could distinctly recall several times in the night being anything but. Eyelids still heavy with sleep, A.J. shifted with a light groping at the air of nothingness that should have been Beauty, and, instantly, felt a strong surge of dread. He'd expected this just like he'd expected their inevitable separation, but...well, he was a hopeful type, and just thought, maybe, she would stick around to say goodbye instead of just disappearing with the dawn. But then his bleary morning eyes notice a figure moving around and he smiled a bit. She couldn't sneak away so easily, after all, and he shifted, opening his arm and the blankets to beckon Beauty back in as he muttered, "S'too early, come back to bed." |
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The shifting was one thing; lots of people shifted in their sleep. The light groan of being pulled from dreams and into reality, and the sound of opening sheets were another thing, and then the sound of the artist's voice in a call into his arms was so entirely in a different league that Adah wasn't entirely sure she could properly call it a thing at all. She stood very still for a moment, straightening as best she could from where she had been stooped over her dresser and still in the first moments of getting dressed. She blinked, hand resting on the open drawer with the panties she'd just then grabbed still tangled in her fingers. Blinked again, and ducked her head, as a smirk tightened her mouth and she tried desperately not to just laugh out loud. If it weren't actually happening, Adah would be suspect that such a perfectly perversely hilarious scene couldn't actually occur. She quirked her eyebrow with her grin, sliding her eyes over toward the artist in what she was expecting to be just an idle glance until he realized that it was not his disappearing girlfriend he was exposing himself to at the moment, but her roommate. She had to admit, though, that her eyes did end up lingering just a bit, partially out of surprise. She hadn't expected to discover that, under those baggy clothes of his, the artist was actually hiding a relatively impressive body. A bit on the painfully pale side, but no worse than River, really, and, at first, his tattooed arms seemed to lack any impressive definition, but then she realized that, six months ago, she would have actually though his arms kind of nice. She realized then that she'd been spoiled as far as arms go recently. |
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| Of course, a bit later, A.J. reached his own realization, too, although much slower than Adah, but his was a bit more significant than the evolution of someone's preference to arms. He was also a lot more vocal and animated with his realization. The red of his blush spread well past his face, covering him before he even covered himself, and that was pretty quick, nearly slamming his arm down so that the blankets he had moved weren't going anywhere away from below his torso again anytime soon. "Oh, God! Adah!" He gawked at her for a moment, wondering exactly how much she'd seen, but then it clicked that gawking at her only meant that he was seeing...more of her than he probably ever cared to outside of the occasional drifting thoughts regarding her and River, and those almost always featured River, with Adah as more of an...assisting background element. This had the blanket from being pulled up to cover one head to also include the other one. "Why didn't you say anything?" Pause. "Okay, stupid question." |
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Grinning slightly, Adah collected a bra from the drawer, a pair of socks, and took her time in slowly closing it now that she was finished getting what she needed. She gave another glance over her shoulder toward the bed; she saw nothing but the top of the artist's head, his fingers nervously clutching the blanket covering his face, and his feet peeking out from the other end, toes curled with tension. Another smirk, and Adah could swear that she could notice a lowering in the blanket as she turned around to limp toward the bed. And a sharp pull of it back as she turned around to sit down so that she could get dressed. |
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"I suppose," A.J. voice came up, muffled by the blanket, "it would probably be asking too much for you to tell me when you're decent." |
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Although smirking still and rather maliciously amused over the feeling she was getting that the artist wasn't exaclty used to seeing a naked woman before last night, Adah thought that, for an artist, he seemed strange in that respect. For all the sketching, sculpting, studying of the human body that artists were supposed to do, one would think they'd be a bit less squeemish. Either way, it was asking too much for her to tell him, so she decided to just keep him in pained waiting as she did what she needed in her usual pulling, tugging, wiggling way of working into her underwear one handed. |
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Under the shield of his blanket, A.J. wondered if there was really a point, considering that, though his eyes were covered, he still had naked, crooked Adah in the forefront of his mind. He tried to listen for indication that she might have gotten dressed, but hearing only the slide and shift of her clothes and her bed creaking a little only kept the thoughts in his head. The creaking bed really didn't help, but he did realize that, of course, she'd have to sit down to get dressed because she had that whole weird thing where she couldn't use all of her body, and part of him (a ridiculous part, he knew) thought maybe he should actually offer to help. His cheeks went burning red at where that thought took him and she he just closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. He wound up thinking of what he was doing here in this situation in the first place. Him and Beauty, and now, Beauty was gone. He felt himself melt into the matress, relaxing with his creeping misery and drawing in a breath. She must have gotten up really early, for him to have missed her already, but the smell of her was still in the blankets, the pillow. He could feel her fingers still against his skin. The last time (in a long, long time, anyway) he would feel them at all. His throat grew tight. Jesus Christ. She was really gone, and here he was, naked in a room that wasn't even hers anymore. He tried to remember where it was his clothes would have ended up. "Adah?" he asked. "Uh, when you get a chance, when you're, errr, decent, would you, um, could you, uh, get my clothes for me?" |
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Adah wasn't sure if the artist actually expected an answer to that. Either way, she was at her closet now, taking a moment to decide what she was going to wear today, which was a good distance away from where his clothes had ended up over on Honour's old side of the room, and she was hardly going to bother herself by moving any more than she had to in helping him out. Perhaps he shouldn't have overstayed his welcome, after all. |
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"Uhh, Adah?" After a moment had passed without any suggestion of his clothes being brought to him, A.J. ventured to ask about it. "Help a guy out?" He waited a moment longer. "Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me!" Another moment passed and he realized that perhaps she wasn't. Or perhaps she was still getting dressed. A.J. would have to just chance it (she should have at least her underwear on by now, right?) and shifted the blanket away from his face to see her buttoning up a dark blue shirtwaist dressed. He pouted over at her. "Aaaadahhhhhh. Come on." |
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Oh. Yes. Whining at her was an excellent way to get something out of Adah. She shook her head lightly as she finished buttoning her dress, leaning heavily on the door of her closet to allow her to slowly lower herself down so that she could pick up her shoes and still be able to get up again. She wondered whether he would be so against taking the two steps out of the warmth of the bed to pick up his own damn clothes if he had any idea how much of a production it was for her to have to do the same every single morning. |
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"Fine," A.J. muttered, "I'll just leave after you leave; you've got that clinic thing to go to, right?" |
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Sliding back up with her weight against the support of her closet door, Adah turned to give A.J. a very pointed look. Her eyes drifted to the door, and then back to him again, with a very clear expression that he was absolutely crazy if he honestly thought that she was going to leave him in her room while she was not there. Honour could trust him, but Honour was gone now, and she was not leaving him in her room. She shook her head, limping over to her bed with her Mary Janes in hand, to sit down and put them on. |
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"Oh, come on, Adah, seriously. They're just right there. Don--" A.J. cut himself off with a groan. Too late, she'd already sat down and he could tell by the look she snapped up at him that once she was sitting down, she was not getting up until those shoes were on her feet. He did notice, though, that she had to bend over, lower her head, black curtian of hair falling forward over her face, as she put her shoes on. This gave him a nice window of opprotunity where he could hurry off the bed, grab his pants and, hopefully, before she'd be finished with her shoes, be dressed. He bit his lip tentatively for a moment, accessed the distance, slowly peeled away his blankets as if expecting for Adah to snap her head up and take advantage of his vulnerability, and then hurriedly padded the few steps across the floor to where at least some of his clothes had been scattered and hurriedly tried to get them on. Finally covered and decent, he started to take a look around the room for where his shirt might have ended up. |
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The time it took for the artist to get his pants on and start looking around had been more than enough time for Adah, who had just finished getting on her shoes as Bob hopped over to sniff her fingers and see what she was up to, pick the bunny up by the scruff of her neck, and limp over to the artist. He jumped a bit, when he realized she was standing there, and gave the rabbit a weird look. But an idea had sparked in Adah's half-brain with Bob's sniffing, and she decided she had one last thing to take care of before leaving for work. After all, she couldn't take the rabbit to the clinic with her; it would be unsanitary. And with Honour gone and unable to watch her... The artist, of course, was slow to catch on. |
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"Oh, no," A.J. said eventually, after looking over the rabbit and finally reading the look in Adah's cold, determined stare. He stepped back a bit, holding out both his hands defensively. "Hell no. Why the hell would I take your rabbit for you? Beauty's not your roommate anymore, I don't have any obligation to you." |
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That's right; she wasn't her roommate anymore and yet, imagine that, her boyfriend was still in here, making Adah late for her clinic shift. She cleared her throat slightly, held Bob up a little more, and gave a pointed look up and down the artist's still bare torso (the musculature was not bad in the slightest, but, Dog, did he look scrawny compared to the Eel; taller, though, probably), hoping he'd get the point. |
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He did. And frowned. "Hey, I had to see you naked, too. I don't owe you anything." |
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Adah's look quite clearly said that if they were going to compare who got the short end of the stick as far as their mutual nudity went, she wasn't going to take him for an answer. He was taking the rabbit, or else she wasn't leaving him alone and would continue pestering him about the fact that he was naked in her room. Her room now. The payment, clearly, for sleeping in the new spare bed in her room was a tour of duty in watching the rabbit while she was at work. |
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A.J. had no idea what Adah was thinking; all he could tell was that she was stubborn and wasn't going to leave him alone until he did what she wanted. With a begrudging grunt, he took the rabbit, cradling it against his chest. At least its fur was nice and soft and it didn't scratch his arms when he did it. "Fine," he muttered, and moved over to pick up his shirt, which he finally saw. "You know something? You're a real bitch, you know that? You've never once been nice to me, you never say anything, and you can't even have even the smallest bit of pity for a guy whose fucking girlfriend just left and God know how long it'll be unti--" Sucking in a breath, A.J. stopped. He gave Adah a firm look after realizing that her gaze was entirely unsympathetic. If anything, there was a certain light in her eyes that seemed to almost be mocking him and his complaints and he tensed up, staring back at her. He shook his head. "You better come get your stupid rabbit when you're done," A.J. muttered, pointing a resolute finger at her as he gathered up his shirt. "I'm only doing this because I'm a nice guy and you were Beauty's roommate and because River, for some unknown reason, likes you, and I wouldn't want to get on the bad side of River by getting on the bad side of someone she likes. I can only assume," he started bunching his shirt up around the rabbit, "that you're just a completely different person around her because you've never been anything but a bitch to m--" He cut himself off again. "Hey, I helped you that one time!" |
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Well, that was true, he had. It was now Adah's turn to suck in a breath, although her eyes remained still and dull on the artist for a bit. She glanced at Bob, whom he had actually fairly willingly taken into his arms and, for all his trouble, for all it was worth, for the fact that, really, she had been kind of cruel and this couldn't be easy for him, not with what a complete and utter sap he was, she offered him a light smile. Pegging the artist as a hopeless optimist, she imagined that he would probably take it as a slight thank you. If he wanted, she'd let him, sure. As a hopeless optimist, he was going to have the whole world step on him a lot worse than this. He was left naked and alone and abandoned by someone she had a feeling he thought he was completely and madly in love with. In fact, she was starting to feel like, if he hadn't taken the rabbit, she would insist on it for a new reason, for the fact that he could probably use the warm cuddly distraction. She dropped the smile lightly, ducked her head, and then limped over toward the door, opening it and giving him a stern look that he could usher himself out now. |
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Which he did, slightly confused but feeling a little better about the whole thing with the rabbit and the waking up naked, although certainly feeling the cloud of the fact of the matter that Beauty had left today starting to fill in as he shuffled out into the hallway. He frowned at the rabbit for a moment in the hallway. If they were going to be spending half the day today, he should probably at least know the rabbit's name. "Hey, Adah?" He turned around to a door slammed into his face and he blinked at it. "Uh, nevermind." He sighed, heavily and started down the hallway for his own room. "Maybe I'll just call you Bob for now. Or something..." |
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On the other side of the door, Adah tentatively looked at her clock and gave it a worried frown. At this rate, as she stood and waited for a good span of time to be sure that the artist had reached the stairs, she was definitely going to be late for her shift. However, being a bit late for something that could easily be blamed on her limp was a lot better than having to deal with the embarrassment of limping after someone who had just seen you naked. She had to admit, though, she did a pretty damn good job of not feeling embarrassed until well after he left. |
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