Kneesocks collapsed on her couch, insanely tired yet incredibly satisfied. For once since they originally moved into the house, she can move around her office without having to bump into, skit around, jump over, or move her paperwork around. In fact, the couch she currently was laying on used to be a second desk for her. But with all of her papers nicely filed away in specifically-marked official boxes and ready to be taken away, she could, at long last, enjoy a nice-looking office.
She had gotten up early this Saturday morning, at eight sharp. Kneesocks made herself a small breakfast of two slices of toast and a tall glass of orange juice before tackling her office with the boxes she had gotten at work. She spent two hours getting herself organized for the actual organization, figuring out what exactly she had and marking the boxes with a description so she could easily locate a certain document in the event she would need it again. And then it took a extra two hours to get everything filed away properly. Man, who have thought that paper would be so heavy? At least she didn't get any paper cuts.
"Lunchtime…" Rang Stocking as she pushed open the door in one hand, a tray of food in the other. "Woah." Stocking spoke out loud after loosing the chipper tone. "This place looks like something." Stocking whistled as she set the tray down on the desk. "I mean, you can actually move around."
"Surprising, no?" Kneesocks sighed as she weakly rose up to get her meal. She eyed it first; a sandwich with currently-unknown contents, a apple with a nice shine, a second glass of orange juice (Actually, it might be the same one that Kneesocks left the sink this morning.) and two chocolate-chip cookies. Kneesocks never was into chocolate like her wife, but she did enjoy everything else of the cookie. Needing the energy, she stuffed the first cookie her hand landed on once she fell into her seat. Once she swallowed that, she downed half of the glass. "Thank you!" Kneesocks exasperated out after swallowing the juice.
"Make sure you swallow first before talking, dear." Stocking bowed. "Later, Anklet is going to a bowling party. We can go together, drop me and Anklet off and you can take these boxes to the office." Kneesock took hugea bite out of the sandwich. Lettuce, ham, tomato, light spread of mayo, and two slices of sharp cheddar cheese. Tasty, and gave Kneesocks the energy to sit upright. "Feel better?"
"Yes." Kneesocks let out a relaxed breath and assumed eating like a normal person…demon. "I haven't felt this tired since…"
"Anklet's soccer practice a week back?" Stocking filled in.
"Yeah." Kneesocks groaned as she started to recall that day with detail. That day was declared to be 'Parent Partner Day' for the soccer team. Wanting to get closer to Anklet, Kneesocks took charge and even went out and bought a sweatshirt and sweatpants for the occasion. She looked like she just stepped out of the eighties with her getup, but dammit, she wanted to have fun with her daughter!
…who then humbled her up and down the field. Anklet never showed this speed at home…
"At least you can relax at the party, they aren't going to require you to play." Stocking told as she sat down on the vacant couch. "But you do have to come back. If it's a ten minute drive, it's going to be ten times as long on foot."
"No, I'll come back and I'll bowl." Kneesocks admitted as she finished up the sandwich. "Might as well make a few new friends that don't wear suits all day…" She stopped herself short as she finished off her orange juice with one more swing. "…and smell like they rolled around in cigar ash."
"And drink less?" Stocking pushed a finger towards her wife.
"…well…" Kneesocks balanced out her palms. "…people with better taste in alcohol at least."
Stocking looked over Kneesocks as she got into the second cookie. She looked healthier. Happier too. She had more energy about her, like she had become a young child again. Last year, she wouldn't dare touch a soccer ball. Now she wanted to go bowling with people she didn't know, and all just to make new friends.
And Anklet seemed to be even happier than before. Having BOTH of her mothers playing with her made the little hellion all the more energetic. She signed for SO MANY events! Heck, Stocking didn't even think she actually knew the child who was having the party! Anklet must have been making so many new friends recently, Stocking lost count of how many and how often that kids would walk through their front doors. Of course, Stocking hoped that Anklet was actually making new friends and not just making friends with kids who had upcoming birthday parties. After all, Anklet is Stocking's kid, not Panty's!
"I'll better go get changed." Kneesocks got up, revealing that she hadn't changed out of her nightwear from last night. Her oversized shirt had been all wrinkled up and covered in dust from moving all those old papers around. Oddly enough, the shirt she wore was a t-shirt that Panty had left during the rain-in. Stocking could tell; it had the same red color of Panty's usual dress back in Daten City and reeked a bit of sex. No matter how many times you would wash Panty's clothes with whatever 'family secret' cleanser, it would still have the faint smell of Panty and Scanty's little nightly exercises…and the old Panty for the clothes she kept following Daten City's end.
Stocking followed Kneesocks out, not wanting to intrude anymore on Kneesock's private sanctum. Everyone was in a good mood, why try to ruin it?