Concerning Ivy Sky.
Ivy Sky had given in after about 10 minutes with Cloud, for at the time Cloud was very emotional. He cried, and cried. and cried. Ivy, not a fan of tears, told him if he didn't stop, she'd chuck him out the window of her apartment. He hadn't stopped. Finally Ivy had given in, saying that Cloud and I could stay with her and Fox.
Haha. Looking back, I think Cloud was faking, for the moment Ivy had told him we could stay; he stopped, and had given me a grin. I don't know why we trusted them. I don't know why I trusted Cloud, but I did. Ivy didn't eat us (though.sometimes I was really afraid she would), and she didn't fill us full of bullet holes.
Life was fine with Ivy and Fox. Though it was a three-roomed apartment, we managed to live with it (though, Ivy and Fox had to sleep in the same bed and Cloud and I shared), and everyone was quite happy most of the time. Around holidays though. everything was turned upside down.
Ivy was a very determined young woman, and it's sad that there aren't more young women like her I'm my time, or perhaps in yours as well. Ivy didn't buy things for herself, except some worn clothing from a thrift shop every so often. She always put the rest of us first.
But, back to the holidays.Ivy hated them. She hated everything about holidays, and didn't much care for Fox decorating the small apartment. She didn't mind the gift exchange we did sometimes, but she wouldn't take time off and would have nothing to do with these times of years at all.
I remember once, that first year I knew her, during the Winter Holiday, Ivy had refused to have anything to do with us, if we spoke of this time of year. She was even more bitter and serious then before, which I had never thought possible. Fox said that Ivy was like that because of her mother.
