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Orianna stretched languidly in her bed, letting the golden rays of spring sunshine pour through her window and bathe her body in a honeyed glow. The warmth washed over her limbs and she couldn't help but be tempted to fall asleep again with the embrace of sunshine all around her. The alarm clock on her bedside table sounded once more, though, an angry bleating that urged her to get out of bed.
Orianna tugged on her nightgown and stumbled sleepily into the living room. Toddling forward whilst rubbing her eyes, she nearly tripped over a blanket that had fallen off of the couch. Without meaning to, Orianna had emitted a tiny shriek of surprise, enough to startle the woman on the couch from sleep. She was staying here only temporarily and Orianna was not used to her presence, not used to the presence of anyone since her parents were away most of the time when she was a child and had happily furnished their precious trust fund baby with an apartment when she came of age.
"Goodmorning, Reyna" Orianna slurred drowsily, completely unfazed by the fact that her sheer white nightgown was perfectly transparent to anyone viewing her within ten feet. Single-mindedly, Orianna continued to the coffee machine.
Orianna stretched languidly in her bed, letting the golden rays of spring sunshine pour through her window and bathe her body in a honeyed glow. The warmth washed over her limbs and she couldn't help but be tempted to fall asleep again with the embrace of sunshine all around her. The alarm clock on her bedside table sounded once more, though, an angry bleating that urged her to get out of bed.
Orianna tugged on her nightgown and stumbled sleepily into the living room. Toddling forward whilst rubbing her eyes, she nearly tripped over a blanket that had fallen off of the couch. Without meaning to, Orianna had emitted a tiny shriek of surprise, enough to startle the woman on the couch from sleep. She was staying here only temporarily and Orianna was not used to her presence, not used to the presence of anyone since her parents were away most of the time when she was a child and had happily furnished their precious trust fund baby with an apartment when she came of age.
"Goodmorning, Reyna" Orianna slurred drowsily, completely unfazed by the fact that her sheer white nightgown was perfectly transparent to anyone viewing her within ten feet. Single-mindedly, Orianna continued to the coffee machine.
Hibine glanced up at the clock perched on his desk and rubbed his eyes. The textbook in his hands was then placed neatly onto the hard surface, tucked into the corner to be out of the way. Hibine had woken early to study for his tests in physics and calculus, living up diligently to the stereotype of a hyperintelligent Asian boy (much to the delight of his parents). The clothes he grabbed from his closet were sensible; navy slacks to that made him seem too dressed up at all times, a white polo shirt that made him feel like a primary school child in China again, and a black jacket. The only personal taste thrown in was a red and cream striped scarf that he looped around his neck. Most children would have rebelled against this strict wardrobe, would have dyed their hair colors or shredded these outfits. Hibine only smiled, straightening his collar.
Carrying a warm roll to keep his hands from feeling the chill of the weather, Hibine proceeded down the street from his home to the house of April. Two swift knocks were all it took to bring her mother, Mrs. O'Hara to the door. She smiled at him indulgently, knowing that with him, her daughter would never be wanting a day in her life. April would have a sensible home, large enough to fulfill all of their needs without issue. She would comfortably be able to support her children without having to work, she would be respected in the community for simply being Hibine's wife because he would have a respectable job and he would be good at it. Nodding, she stepped to the side to allow him in the house to wait to walk April to school.
The sound of the bell chiming woke Crescent and she experienced immediately the unpleasant sensation of her face being numb, pressed against a towel. A chiming laughter told her that it was Valerie opening the shop. Standing up groggily, Crescent examined herself in the mirror. The bonus to wearing tank tops and tight jeans was that, after sleeping in the shop again last night, she still looked perfectly acceptable for work. This was also due in part to the fact that, as a tattoo artist, it wasn't highly important she look primly starched.
"Have you taken the bandages off the tattoo yet, Moon?" Valerie yelled in at her, preferring to be what she thought was witty, connecting Crescent to Moon, than make note of the fact that Crescent still hadn't gone home yet. Or so Crescent thought, but she could have kicked herself for jinxing the idea because the next statement was connected to that. "I guess you and Tom still haven't made up yet?" it sounded innocent enough, to anyone who thought it was just a little lover's quarrel. There would be no making up, there was no Hallmark card for your roommate trying to take advantage of you being drunk.
"I was going to ask if you'd drop by and pick me up some clothes from the apartment later, actually, Val" Crescent sighed, grabbing the towel off of the floor and throwing it in the trash. She'd had no other choice but the floor to sleep on, since she had no interest in attempting to determine how to autoclave a countertop.