chapter word count: 437
noir heart: thirty-five
"...so then he starts freaking out about triggers and safe spaces, acting like I just stole his cat! I'm like 'for crying out loud, it's just a grilled cheese sandwich!"
Clearly Anna is no fan of the Tumblr generation. Sidling through the door, her phone wedged tightly against her ear as a result of the full-to-bursting shopping bags occupying her hands, she's still oblivious to her sister and a strange man stood a little too close together for mere acquaintances, something that Jack notes with half-amusement, half-bewilderment.
"...exactly! Anyway, I just got back and I'm wiped, so I'm going to chill out before I start marking the essays. Okay, see you later..." she continues as she gently lowers the bags in the hallway, before straightening up and fingering a strand of strawberry blond behind her right ear.
She looks happy, in love, wearing a wide smile as she listens to whoever's on the phone. The living contrast of her elder sister; she's bubbly, bright and chatty rather than calm and laser-focused, and wearing a vibrant magenta coat, blue cotton skirt and a light teal blouse that does nothing to hide her heavily pregnant belly - at least eight months along by Jack's estimation. She sways adorably on her feet while her free hand strokes her bump, wearing a faraway, romantic look as she coos, "I love you too! Don't forget to pick up some pizza when you leave work-"
Jack glances at Elsa, wondering if she is as exasperated by the fact that her sister still hasn't noticed two intruders in her living room, but the elder's face cuts a mildly amused, wry smile. Evidently Anna's spatially-aware-as-a-dodgems-car disposition is commonplace.
"-okay, okay! I'll have a bath after I grade the papers! You worry too much!-"
Any minute now...
"-honey, I'm pregnant, not dying! Stop stressing! Okay-oh, I forgot to buy pickles and I'm seriously craving some, can you...oh, you're a gem. Okay, well..."
Jack's foot begins to tap an impatient rhythm on the floor - if Anna spends any longer on the phone, she'll inevitably walk into him and her sister due to the call devolving into a tennis match of 'you hang up...no you hang up!' for hours. Mercifully, as though both sensing and sharing his irritation, it leads Elsa to loudly clear her throat.
Startled, Anna's head snaps up to the source...and that's when she damn near drops the phone in open-mouthed shock.
"-Kristoff? I'm gonna have to hang up now...no, I'm okay. Elsa finally came home..."
slowly gettting the hang of this...
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