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xp_logsAfter last night they take some time to relax and settle things aka it's Forge's turn to do some freaking.
Forge rolled over in the morning, feeling paper under his hand. Hmm. That was odd. He yawned, his other hand reaching around to the pillow.
Pillow?
"Gah!" In a second, Forge rocketed himself out of the bed. How had he wound up there? Where had Danielle slept? Where WAS Danielle?
After a moment of initial confusion, Forge looked at the note that he'd instinctively gripped in his hand.
"FORGE. WENT OVER TO DENNY'S. I AM BUYING BREAKFAST AND YOU ARE NOT ARGUING. DON'T SLEEP TOO LONG."
"Don't sleep too long?" he echoed, "I have to be awake to read this, don't I?" Throwing up his hands in frustration, he walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth before checking out, since Dani had apparently taken her bag and thrown it in the pickup.
"Gah!"
The second shock of the morning was the Tribble-like chunk of black hair on the floor of the bathroom. Stepping gingerly over the mess, Forge scooped the hair into the trash can and set about his morning ritual. As he brushed his teeth, he ran his fingertips lightly over the two steel rings that pierced his right eyebrow. He'd had them done against his parents' wishes, a sign of rebellion. Wondering for a moment how he'd look with more, or without them, he shrugged and spit into the sink. Glancing down at the mass of hair in the trash can, and running a hand over his chin, he smiled. "Seems to be the week for changes."
"About time you got here, ain't it?" Danielle asked, finishing the last of her toast. She had several plates scattered around her on the table, "Thought you were going to sleep all day, but you looked too comfortable for me to wake you."
"Considered it," Forge looked down at a plate of pancakes that he quickly grabbed for himself. "New haircut, huh?" He took a cautious eye at Danielle's shoulder-length hair. It looked almost ... hacked
off? "What in the world did you cut that with, a chainsaw?"
"Your knife. You weren't using it," she explained, taking her pancakes back and nodding at the waitress to come over, "I'm hungry, get your own. And I put it back."
Forge's mouth flapped open in a double double-take of disbelief. "You... you! I... but my... and the..." He nodded to the waitress with a quick "Short stack, sausage, and a Coke," and whipped his attention back to Dani. "Are all big sisters this much of a pain in the ass, or is this just you?"
"You have less metal today too, Hahkota...or did you do that before?" Danielle asked, making room for his food, "More juice?" she asked the waitress as she exchanged the plates.
Forge touched his eyebrow. He'd taken out all but the smallest ring, which was nearly unnoticeable against his dark eyebrows. "Decided to see what a little less would look like. Seems like you had the same idea, although I saw a Supercuts down the road that we're stopping by after here. I'm not going out in public with you until you clean that up a little, for crying out loud. My multitool is NOT a pocket barbershop."
As his food arrived, Forge rubbed his hands together. Dani noticed that he'd also slipped a tight-fitting black leather glove over the prosthetic. "Finally," he exclaimed. "I was seriously considering
keeling over dead if I didn't get some food here."
"Some days it's a good day to die," Dani intoned seriously, causing Forge to look up to make sure she hadn't checked out of reality as well as the motel, "And some days it's a good day for breakfast," she reached over, stealing a sausage patty, and grinned. "Did you know you kick?"
"Breakfast or death?" Forge grinned. "I choose the Rooty-Tooty Fresh-and-Fruity." Then the second part of Dani's statement hit him, and he dropped his forkful of sausage patty. "I WHAT?"
"You kick," she repeated after swallowing the meat, "Well, one leg, the other just tries. It's kinda annoying."
"I mean," Forge insisted, "what was I doing in the bed? Where did you sleep? Because there was only one bed and I *know* that wasn't where I fell asleep because, you know, that would be... um... well, you know."
"Comfortable?" she asked innocently, "It was a big bed and you're small, Hahkota. Even if you do hog the blankets."
Forge could feel himself turning bright red. His mouth moved, but words just weren't happening. After a minute of attempted speech, he settled for shoving another forkful of pancakes into his mouth. Kyle
was SO not hearing about this.
Forge rolled over in the morning, feeling paper under his hand. Hmm. That was odd. He yawned, his other hand reaching around to the pillow.
Pillow?
"Gah!" In a second, Forge rocketed himself out of the bed. How had he wound up there? Where had Danielle slept? Where WAS Danielle?
After a moment of initial confusion, Forge looked at the note that he'd instinctively gripped in his hand.
"FORGE. WENT OVER TO DENNY'S. I AM BUYING BREAKFAST AND YOU ARE NOT ARGUING. DON'T SLEEP TOO LONG."
"Don't sleep too long?" he echoed, "I have to be awake to read this, don't I?" Throwing up his hands in frustration, he walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth before checking out, since Dani had apparently taken her bag and thrown it in the pickup.
"Gah!"
The second shock of the morning was the Tribble-like chunk of black hair on the floor of the bathroom. Stepping gingerly over the mess, Forge scooped the hair into the trash can and set about his morning ritual. As he brushed his teeth, he ran his fingertips lightly over the two steel rings that pierced his right eyebrow. He'd had them done against his parents' wishes, a sign of rebellion. Wondering for a moment how he'd look with more, or without them, he shrugged and spit into the sink. Glancing down at the mass of hair in the trash can, and running a hand over his chin, he smiled. "Seems to be the week for changes."
"About time you got here, ain't it?" Danielle asked, finishing the last of her toast. She had several plates scattered around her on the table, "Thought you were going to sleep all day, but you looked too comfortable for me to wake you."
"Considered it," Forge looked down at a plate of pancakes that he quickly grabbed for himself. "New haircut, huh?" He took a cautious eye at Danielle's shoulder-length hair. It looked almost ... hacked
off? "What in the world did you cut that with, a chainsaw?"
"Your knife. You weren't using it," she explained, taking her pancakes back and nodding at the waitress to come over, "I'm hungry, get your own. And I put it back."
Forge's mouth flapped open in a double double-take of disbelief. "You... you! I... but my... and the..." He nodded to the waitress with a quick "Short stack, sausage, and a Coke," and whipped his attention back to Dani. "Are all big sisters this much of a pain in the ass, or is this just you?"
"You have less metal today too, Hahkota...or did you do that before?" Danielle asked, making room for his food, "More juice?" she asked the waitress as she exchanged the plates.
Forge touched his eyebrow. He'd taken out all but the smallest ring, which was nearly unnoticeable against his dark eyebrows. "Decided to see what a little less would look like. Seems like you had the same idea, although I saw a Supercuts down the road that we're stopping by after here. I'm not going out in public with you until you clean that up a little, for crying out loud. My multitool is NOT a pocket barbershop."
As his food arrived, Forge rubbed his hands together. Dani noticed that he'd also slipped a tight-fitting black leather glove over the prosthetic. "Finally," he exclaimed. "I was seriously considering
keeling over dead if I didn't get some food here."
"Some days it's a good day to die," Dani intoned seriously, causing Forge to look up to make sure she hadn't checked out of reality as well as the motel, "And some days it's a good day for breakfast," she reached over, stealing a sausage patty, and grinned. "Did you know you kick?"
"Breakfast or death?" Forge grinned. "I choose the Rooty-Tooty Fresh-and-Fruity." Then the second part of Dani's statement hit him, and he dropped his forkful of sausage patty. "I WHAT?"
"You kick," she repeated after swallowing the meat, "Well, one leg, the other just tries. It's kinda annoying."
"I mean," Forge insisted, "what was I doing in the bed? Where did you sleep? Because there was only one bed and I *know* that wasn't where I fell asleep because, you know, that would be... um... well, you know."
"Comfortable?" she asked innocently, "It was a big bed and you're small, Hahkota. Even if you do hog the blankets."
Forge could feel himself turning bright red. His mouth moved, but words just weren't happening. After a minute of attempted speech, he settled for shoving another forkful of pancakes into his mouth. Kyle
was SO not hearing about this.
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