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May. 25th, 2009 06:38 pm
Prompt du jour: #480
“Come on, don’t cha want to see what will happen?” Tolda whined, leaning over Klara's desk, casting a shadow over the newspaper.
"No, I'd prefer to stay right where I am, thank you kindly," Klara responded with thier running joke.
"You can read the paper when we get back. The daylight won't last forever, love. Time's a-wasting. Unless you want to explore an abandonned hospital at night."
Tolda saw Klara shudder. Internally, Tolda was smiling. Klara was terrified of exploring in the dark when she couldn't see anything while the unknown thrilled Tolda. It was one of thier major differences. Klara was content to read and examine the accounts of other's travels and discoveries while Tolda loved getting her hands dirty.
"All the more reason to avoid it." Klara brushed her slate-grey bangs from her face. Her cat-eye glasses started to slide down her straight, greek nose and she absent-mindedly pushed them up. "You and Demetri will have much more fun without me. I'll only slow you down." Figuring that the dicussion was over, she resumed her reading of the daily news. There was something satisfying about holding information in one's hands instead of hearing it. For one thing, you could stop and later continue.
Tolda racked her brain for something to convince her friend to come with her. It wasn't that she was scared, but there was something strange about the way that Klara kept finding reasons to leave her alone with Demetri. Tolda was sure that Klara had been asleep went she had come back to their home, a large bunker housed in an old brick building that had once been a gas reserve, raving in her sleep-deprived state about how gorgeous he looked, his adorable accent and how nice his ass looked from behind as he scrambled up a broken staircase. She had been asleep, hadn't she? Not that Tolda would ever ask. That would be so embaressing if she hadn't overheard.
"Demetri says there's a records building nearby," she said. Klara's head looked up so fast that Tolda didn't even see it move. Her short bob framed an eager, russet brown face.
"An archive? Really? Well, in that case, I'll-Wait a moment. Is it still use?" Tolda hesitated. While he had indeed mentioned a building full of records, knowing Demetri, it could just as likely be a schoolhouse that hadn't seen a student in decades as a fully staffed public archive.
"He didn't really mention if it was operational." Tolda decided to tell the truth. Best not mess with one's roomate, espically if she was the one who dealt with all the maintence.
"So, that would be a no?"
"That would be an I don't know."
"I'll staying. Have fun on your date."
Oh, that little spy. She had overheard! Well, Tolda was going to get her for this. After she came back from her exploration. No use disapointing the man.
“Come on, don’t cha want to see what will happen?” Tolda whined, leaning over Klara's desk, casting a shadow over the newspaper.
"No, I'd prefer to stay right where I am, thank you kindly," Klara responded with thier running joke.
"You can read the paper when we get back. The daylight won't last forever, love. Time's a-wasting. Unless you want to explore an abandonned hospital at night."
Tolda saw Klara shudder. Internally, Tolda was smiling. Klara was terrified of exploring in the dark when she couldn't see anything while the unknown thrilled Tolda. It was one of thier major differences. Klara was content to read and examine the accounts of other's travels and discoveries while Tolda loved getting her hands dirty.
"All the more reason to avoid it." Klara brushed her slate-grey bangs from her face. Her cat-eye glasses started to slide down her straight, greek nose and she absent-mindedly pushed them up. "You and Demetri will have much more fun without me. I'll only slow you down." Figuring that the dicussion was over, she resumed her reading of the daily news. There was something satisfying about holding information in one's hands instead of hearing it. For one thing, you could stop and later continue.
Tolda racked her brain for something to convince her friend to come with her. It wasn't that she was scared, but there was something strange about the way that Klara kept finding reasons to leave her alone with Demetri. Tolda was sure that Klara had been asleep went she had come back to their home, a large bunker housed in an old brick building that had once been a gas reserve, raving in her sleep-deprived state about how gorgeous he looked, his adorable accent and how nice his ass looked from behind as he scrambled up a broken staircase. She had been asleep, hadn't she? Not that Tolda would ever ask. That would be so embaressing if she hadn't overheard.
"Demetri says there's a records building nearby," she said. Klara's head looked up so fast that Tolda didn't even see it move. Her short bob framed an eager, russet brown face.
"An archive? Really? Well, in that case, I'll-Wait a moment. Is it still use?" Tolda hesitated. While he had indeed mentioned a building full of records, knowing Demetri, it could just as likely be a schoolhouse that hadn't seen a student in decades as a fully staffed public archive.
"He didn't really mention if it was operational." Tolda decided to tell the truth. Best not mess with one's roomate, espically if she was the one who dealt with all the maintence.
"So, that would be a no?"
"That would be an I don't know."
"I'll staying. Have fun on your date."
Oh, that little spy. She had overheard! Well, Tolda was going to get her for this. After she came back from her exploration. No use disapointing the man.
