The house doesn't feel as cold as it usually does. Poofy's visit has cheered me up a tad. The next morning, and woke up around 10 AM, and I went to the kitchen to start breakfast. It was always easy to cook for her. She so nice she would eat anything I put infront of her.
I started cracking open eggs and putting the in a large bowl. I summoned the whisk, and it appeared right next to the bowl, and I proceeded to add a bit of salt, pepper, and a splash of cream to the eggs, and then beat them into a unison color. Leaving it, I set a stove burner on medium-high, and placed a large skillet on it, with a slab of butter to cook with. I let the butter simmer, and then added half of the eggs into the skillet, and let it spit, and bubble, while I grated jack cheese.
With the omelets now made, I brought out coffee, and then I poped out from the dinning room, and reappeared infront of her door, and knocked.
"Fluffy! Breakfast is ready!"
I hear nothing but silence, and knock again.
"Fluuuuufy!"
Some rustling of sheets against skin, and then a huge yawn
"Whaaaat..." She answered monotonely.
"Breakfast; made; you come down." I said.
Another yawn, and I herd her feet thud against the ground. "Ok... Ok. I'm up. I'll be down in a few." Then foot steps came to the door, and she opened it, carring towles and a brush, and tooth paste. I smiled at her, and tussled her hair.
"Ok." Then I went back down to the table with a hollow 'pop' sound. I sat at my place, and sipped on my clear ebony coffee. I froze her breakfast in a time bubble, to prevent it from getting cold. I prodded my omelet, and then took a forkfull. Soon, I heard shuffling foot steps, and the Sandy appeared in black jeans and a white shirt which said Captain Howdy!® and sat in the chair next to me. I snapped my fingers, and the bubble poped, and the steam began to rise from her food.
"Yummy!" She said, then swigged her coffee, and shoved some omelet into her mouth. I smiled, and also ate.
We finnished soon, and I sent all the dishes into the kitchen.
"So, you were going to te--"
"First! Let's get outta this place and do somthing fun. You seem overly tense, and theres going to be a concert today, which I already bought tickets for." SHe said and beemed fer smile.
I looked out the nearest window, and then to her.
"I don't know..." I started, but a scowl grew on her face, and I reconsidered. "Ok then." She smiled, then stood up. Good, now, go get into your concert clothes, and meet me back down here in 20 minutes."
I nodded, then poped to my room.
I foraged for clothes, then finnaly pulled out black canvas pants, and steel toed boots. And after a bit more digging, a dark grey shirt with BmB™ on it. Slipping these all on, I made way to my own bathroom, and brushed my teeth and my hair, leaving it in a lose pony tail, as always. I dug out a few spike studded bracelets, and a collar ; belonged to an old friends who dissapeared a while back. Then laced up the boots and poped out, and appeared infrom of his friends door. About to knovk on it, it opened and out stepped Sandy, also donning 'mosh-jewlery' of her own.
"Ready?" She asked, and winked. I nodded and she led the way down stairs, and out to the corridor.
"Oh, and by the way, your not supposed to apparate with out a licence." I tilt my head to the side.
"The way your poping around all over the place, you're not supposed to. You can get in serious shite. But, it doesn't really matter to me, just don't do it infront of other whiches or wizzards." I nod, and we continue out, and infront of her army-camouflaged gargantuan truck. With a press of a button, two ladders decended and we climbed the few steps into the tall truck.
"How do you not get pulled over in this thing? Or crush people?" I asked and buckle my self in.
"I got a permit to put a charm on it. Police just ignore it, and people and other vehicles are pushed slighlty outta the way by a shield of sorts." I raise an eyebrow, but then just look forward.
"So, which concert are we going to?" I ask, and she started up the loud engin, and shifted to the right gear, and we reversed, and headed out the of the gates, and into the read that is hidden from most view.
"OBC 113, there's supposed to have a very shibby surprise for all the 'Old School' fans. Such as us." SHe said and smirked. "So, I think It will be cool." The rest of the way to Neo-Vegas was made with loads of mindless chatter and music blasting from the radio.
((AN: Short chapter, I know. Oh well, I just wanted to get this out and running ^^; Anywho, Ja ne my readers. ::huggles:: ))
I started cracking open eggs and putting the in a large bowl. I summoned the whisk, and it appeared right next to the bowl, and I proceeded to add a bit of salt, pepper, and a splash of cream to the eggs, and then beat them into a unison color. Leaving it, I set a stove burner on medium-high, and placed a large skillet on it, with a slab of butter to cook with. I let the butter simmer, and then added half of the eggs into the skillet, and let it spit, and bubble, while I grated jack cheese.
With the omelets now made, I brought out coffee, and then I poped out from the dinning room, and reappeared infront of her door, and knocked.
"Fluffy! Breakfast is ready!"
I hear nothing but silence, and knock again.
"Fluuuuufy!"
Some rustling of sheets against skin, and then a huge yawn
"Whaaaat..." She answered monotonely.
"Breakfast; made; you come down." I said.
Another yawn, and I herd her feet thud against the ground. "Ok... Ok. I'm up. I'll be down in a few." Then foot steps came to the door, and she opened it, carring towles and a brush, and tooth paste. I smiled at her, and tussled her hair.
"Ok." Then I went back down to the table with a hollow 'pop' sound. I sat at my place, and sipped on my clear ebony coffee. I froze her breakfast in a time bubble, to prevent it from getting cold. I prodded my omelet, and then took a forkfull. Soon, I heard shuffling foot steps, and the Sandy appeared in black jeans and a white shirt which said Captain Howdy!® and sat in the chair next to me. I snapped my fingers, and the bubble poped, and the steam began to rise from her food.
"Yummy!" She said, then swigged her coffee, and shoved some omelet into her mouth. I smiled, and also ate.
We finnished soon, and I sent all the dishes into the kitchen.
"So, you were going to te--"
"First! Let's get outta this place and do somthing fun. You seem overly tense, and theres going to be a concert today, which I already bought tickets for." SHe said and beemed fer smile.
I looked out the nearest window, and then to her.
"I don't know..." I started, but a scowl grew on her face, and I reconsidered. "Ok then." She smiled, then stood up. Good, now, go get into your concert clothes, and meet me back down here in 20 minutes."
I nodded, then poped to my room.
I foraged for clothes, then finnaly pulled out black canvas pants, and steel toed boots. And after a bit more digging, a dark grey shirt with BmB™ on it. Slipping these all on, I made way to my own bathroom, and brushed my teeth and my hair, leaving it in a lose pony tail, as always. I dug out a few spike studded bracelets, and a collar ; belonged to an old friends who dissapeared a while back. Then laced up the boots and poped out, and appeared infrom of his friends door. About to knovk on it, it opened and out stepped Sandy, also donning 'mosh-jewlery' of her own.
"Ready?" She asked, and winked. I nodded and she led the way down stairs, and out to the corridor.
"Oh, and by the way, your not supposed to apparate with out a licence." I tilt my head to the side.
"The way your poping around all over the place, you're not supposed to. You can get in serious shite. But, it doesn't really matter to me, just don't do it infront of other whiches or wizzards." I nod, and we continue out, and infront of her army-camouflaged gargantuan truck. With a press of a button, two ladders decended and we climbed the few steps into the tall truck.
"How do you not get pulled over in this thing? Or crush people?" I asked and buckle my self in.
"I got a permit to put a charm on it. Police just ignore it, and people and other vehicles are pushed slighlty outta the way by a shield of sorts." I raise an eyebrow, but then just look forward.
"So, which concert are we going to?" I ask, and she started up the loud engin, and shifted to the right gear, and we reversed, and headed out the of the gates, and into the read that is hidden from most view.
"OBC 113, there's supposed to have a very shibby surprise for all the 'Old School' fans. Such as us." SHe said and smirked. "So, I think It will be cool." The rest of the way to Neo-Vegas was made with loads of mindless chatter and music blasting from the radio.
((AN: Short chapter, I know. Oh well, I just wanted to get this out and running ^^; Anywho, Ja ne my readers. ::huggles:: ))