Scott awoke the next morning at precisely 5:47 to the HONK of a bicycle horn. The bicycle horn in question was attached to Delia's arm, which was, thankfully, attached to Delia.
"Wha-who-huh?" Scott muttered, not entirely coherently.
"Articulate as always, my prince. Get up!" Failing to yank him out bed, she switched tactics and gently kissed him on the nose. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." Josh had been awake the moment Delia had opened the door, both twins being light sleepers. He had feigned sleep up 'til now, but the shock of seeing a sweet Delia spurred him into the land of the living.
"Pardon my bluntness, but Delia, what the hell?!?!?" Delia raised one eyebrow, in the way that, try as Josh might, only she could do. "I was wondering when you would speak up. Sorry, Josh, but you're a sucky actor if that 'Don't-Look-At-Me-I'm-Asleep' façade is the best you got. Anyway, with The Most Holy Christian breathing down my neck, hell'll freeze over 'fore I get the chance to show Scott my room." 'Watching realization dawn on Josh's face is fun-wait, what is with that smirk…?' Delia thought, before blowing the horn clutched in her hand in Josh's ear. Ignoring Josh's horrified/hurt looks, she continued, "No! Get your mind out of the gutter! No, I'm just showing him. Like I'm gonna show you a close-up of my fist if you don't stop laughing!" Seizing a not entirely wakeful Scott, Delia stalked out as gracefully as possible with a semi-conscious grown man in tow.
"Delia, -" Scott was interrupted as they reached a door where a star and 'DELIA' in classic dressing room style were nailed, and it was unceremoniously thrown open. Scott's question caught in his throat. "Wow. You sure, um, put a lot of effort into your room," he said, glad he had woken up sufficiently enough to remember "You sure wasted a lot of time on this place, since it's an apartment." was not a good thing to say to Delia.
Indeed, a lot of effort had been put into the room. A mural of the city skyline at night had been painted on the walls and ceiling, with twinkly lights for stars and a round, bright circular light for the moon. The bed had a black gauze canopy, with a purple comforter, black and indigo pillows, and a sleek black cat currently snoozing on it. The huge window with indigo gauze curtains gave a spectacular view of the sunrise. The furniture consisted of an indigo painted desk/bookcase on which a purple iMac, black TV and phone softly hummed, a black dresser on which a propped up print of 'Starry Night' and various gewgaws (black, purple and midnight blue, of course) including several of Krystyn's homemade craft projects and some odd modern picture frames sat; a vanity which Delia swore she bought just to have a black piece of furniture; and a night stand painted all three colors on which some very odd-looking modern pieces were perched (and several secret compartments were housed). A black director's chair with the same motif as the door painted on the back was in one corner; in the opposite, black spiral iron stairs wound up to a skylight that opened to the roof. The carpet was cut into three concentric rectangles of purple, indigo, and black.
"And how much did this cost?" Delia grinned.
"Well, Magda painted the walls and furniture, Josh hooked up the lights, which are, by the way, just white Christmas lights, the carpet I cut and sewed back together, and the accessories are from some really good, inexpensive online store."
"Ah. Who's the cat?"As if on cue, the cat yawned, opened one eye, decided the two-legged visitors to her room were beneath her notice, and went back to sleep again.
"Oh, that's Jezebel." Seeing Scott's questioning glance, she elaborated, "Well, seeing as she already freaks people out, I decided to further her creepy attributes." "And the attitude?" Delia shrugged. "Cats were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago. They haven't forgotten yet." Scott snickered. "I think I'm going to like this place." "Why's that?" "Cause, not only does it house Delia, it houses a male version of Delia and a feline version of Delia!" Delia gave a wry smile, then pushed him out the door. "Alright you, go back to bed, God knows you could do with some sleep. Go on, shoo." And so Scott found himself back in bed.
Sighing, Delia wriggled into some workout clothes, then went into the living room and started practicing her sort of boxing/Tai Kwan Doe/street-fighting/kick-boxing blend of fighting that she termed simply, 'ass-kicking'.
After several minutes, Scott decided there was no way he was going to fall back asleep, so he meandered to the living room to get to the kitchen just as Delia spun around in a roundhouse kick.
"AAH!" Scott leapt back just in time to save his neck from becoming the uppermost part of his body.
Josh, knowing full well what Scott would run into, was standing just behind him, laughing hysterically.
"Wow, Deil, you're losing your touch. He's still got his head!"
"Screw you, Josh."
"Sorry, Delia, but what are you doing?" This came from a very shell-shocked Scott. Josh sneered good-naturedly. "She always gets up at this un-godly hour to 'work out'" he replied, making finger quotation marks at the appropriate time.
"Oh." Scott realized that not only was living here going to be wacky, it was going to be dangerous too. Oh, joy.
"Wha-who-huh?" Scott muttered, not entirely coherently.
"Articulate as always, my prince. Get up!" Failing to yank him out bed, she switched tactics and gently kissed him on the nose. "Rise and shine, sweetheart." Josh had been awake the moment Delia had opened the door, both twins being light sleepers. He had feigned sleep up 'til now, but the shock of seeing a sweet Delia spurred him into the land of the living.
"Pardon my bluntness, but Delia, what the hell?!?!?" Delia raised one eyebrow, in the way that, try as Josh might, only she could do. "I was wondering when you would speak up. Sorry, Josh, but you're a sucky actor if that 'Don't-Look-At-Me-I'm-Asleep' façade is the best you got. Anyway, with The Most Holy Christian breathing down my neck, hell'll freeze over 'fore I get the chance to show Scott my room." 'Watching realization dawn on Josh's face is fun-wait, what is with that smirk…?' Delia thought, before blowing the horn clutched in her hand in Josh's ear. Ignoring Josh's horrified/hurt looks, she continued, "No! Get your mind out of the gutter! No, I'm just showing him. Like I'm gonna show you a close-up of my fist if you don't stop laughing!" Seizing a not entirely wakeful Scott, Delia stalked out as gracefully as possible with a semi-conscious grown man in tow.
"Delia, -" Scott was interrupted as they reached a door where a star and 'DELIA' in classic dressing room style were nailed, and it was unceremoniously thrown open. Scott's question caught in his throat. "Wow. You sure, um, put a lot of effort into your room," he said, glad he had woken up sufficiently enough to remember "You sure wasted a lot of time on this place, since it's an apartment." was not a good thing to say to Delia.
Indeed, a lot of effort had been put into the room. A mural of the city skyline at night had been painted on the walls and ceiling, with twinkly lights for stars and a round, bright circular light for the moon. The bed had a black gauze canopy, with a purple comforter, black and indigo pillows, and a sleek black cat currently snoozing on it. The huge window with indigo gauze curtains gave a spectacular view of the sunrise. The furniture consisted of an indigo painted desk/bookcase on which a purple iMac, black TV and phone softly hummed, a black dresser on which a propped up print of 'Starry Night' and various gewgaws (black, purple and midnight blue, of course) including several of Krystyn's homemade craft projects and some odd modern picture frames sat; a vanity which Delia swore she bought just to have a black piece of furniture; and a night stand painted all three colors on which some very odd-looking modern pieces were perched (and several secret compartments were housed). A black director's chair with the same motif as the door painted on the back was in one corner; in the opposite, black spiral iron stairs wound up to a skylight that opened to the roof. The carpet was cut into three concentric rectangles of purple, indigo, and black.
"And how much did this cost?" Delia grinned.
"Well, Magda painted the walls and furniture, Josh hooked up the lights, which are, by the way, just white Christmas lights, the carpet I cut and sewed back together, and the accessories are from some really good, inexpensive online store."
"Ah. Who's the cat?"As if on cue, the cat yawned, opened one eye, decided the two-legged visitors to her room were beneath her notice, and went back to sleep again.
"Oh, that's Jezebel." Seeing Scott's questioning glance, she elaborated, "Well, seeing as she already freaks people out, I decided to further her creepy attributes." "And the attitude?" Delia shrugged. "Cats were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago. They haven't forgotten yet." Scott snickered. "I think I'm going to like this place." "Why's that?" "Cause, not only does it house Delia, it houses a male version of Delia and a feline version of Delia!" Delia gave a wry smile, then pushed him out the door. "Alright you, go back to bed, God knows you could do with some sleep. Go on, shoo." And so Scott found himself back in bed.
Sighing, Delia wriggled into some workout clothes, then went into the living room and started practicing her sort of boxing/Tai Kwan Doe/street-fighting/kick-boxing blend of fighting that she termed simply, 'ass-kicking'.
After several minutes, Scott decided there was no way he was going to fall back asleep, so he meandered to the living room to get to the kitchen just as Delia spun around in a roundhouse kick.
"AAH!" Scott leapt back just in time to save his neck from becoming the uppermost part of his body.
Josh, knowing full well what Scott would run into, was standing just behind him, laughing hysterically.
"Wow, Deil, you're losing your touch. He's still got his head!"
"Screw you, Josh."
"Sorry, Delia, but what are you doing?" This came from a very shell-shocked Scott. Josh sneered good-naturedly. "She always gets up at this un-godly hour to 'work out'" he replied, making finger quotation marks at the appropriate time.
"Oh." Scott realized that not only was living here going to be wacky, it was going to be dangerous too. Oh, joy.