A small note before we begin: Thanks a billion to PassionatePink, without your startlingly humble note, this would never have been written. I know it's going slow, but bear with me Laurel is this close to getting much more familiar with the Turtles, and could it be… Kasey Jones? (soon, I promise)
Second verse, same as the First: TMNT isn't mine, because then I'd be awesome.
But everything else is, including the miso-bacon.
7
Life Overheard
The sun didn't bother to ask Laurel if she'd like to sleep in that morning, and she was coerced into waking that morning by it's insistent heat on her cheek and nose. The saffron smears of its light filled Aqua and Jen's apartment without remorse, and without consideration for Laurel's late night before. She rolled over; burying her head under the duvet, hoping the sun would do the sensible thing and go back to bed.
It didn't.
But it did continue shining on the duvet, heating up the fabric and the girl there-under until she was forced to climb out of the day bed, placing both bare feet firmly on the slightly rough wood floor. Then she heard voices in the kitchen, above the sound of sizzling bacon and the clanging of Jen attempting and failing to quietly get some plates from the cupboard.
"-the truth?" Jen's resonant alto voice asked.
"Why would she lie? There's no motive." Replied Aqua's airier, springier tones.
"For attention? I dunno, maybe it's an elaborate scheme to seduce my woman away from me." Laurel could imagine the teasing smirk on Jen's mouth.
"I highly doubt that one. It wouldn't work anyhow." She paused here. Laurel thought she knew why. "She's going to have to go back home sometime, for her personal things at least."
As they spoke, Laurel patted into the miniscule kitchen, bare feet slapping on the terracotta tile. " I don't know if I can go there just yet, but I'm not lying."
Jen grinned sheepishly over an outstretched and over heaped plate of bacon, eggs, toast, and melon slices. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that stuff, " She said, giving the plate, along with a fork, to Laurel and steering her into the living room to sit at the low table. She had said it in such a way that made Laurel wonder what stuff she had missed.
The two girls had somehow managed to be completely ignorant of the fact that someone had knocked on the door as Jen explained to Laurel that the bacon wasn't actually bacon because Aqua was a vegetarian and didn't buy meat even if Jen rather liked meat and sometimes wanted bacon that wasn't actually mashed up bits of miso or something. Aqua answered the door.