The next morning, Loki got everyone up disturbingly early in the morning, and dodged many well-aimed projectiles as he ran for the door.
Tiffany was the first to get up after him, pulling on her sunglasses before even opening her eyes in a movement that's almost muscle memory. She pulls on yoga pants and a tshirt, covering with a hoodie and sneakers. This morning, she is grey, and packs everything away deftly between her shower and brushing her teeth to the moment she ties her shoes. She then goes down stairs to meet Loki for breakfast.
Darren and Bartleby get up and all dressed and ready to go at the same time, smiling as they walked down together to eat breakfast and watch the others debate about whatever came up.
About a hour and a half later found Darren french braiding Tiffany's hair with the ease of years of practice as they all bantered, to the general amusement of the watchers, who were watching the pretty people being normal.
When the airport manager walked in and announced that the bus would be leaving soon, Bartleby and Darren went off to the 7-11 next door to by food, while Loki and Tiffany went upstairs and grabbed all of their stuff, returning their keys and snagging the window seats, pausing in their preparations only to glower at the occasional male or female the looked as if they were about to take the seats next to him. Well, not Tiffany, but they became slightly freaked at the blank glare from behind the dark sunglasses as the glove covered hands strategically placed a Jacket of a male twice the size of half the men who tried to sit down over the seat next to her.
The would-be intruders glared as Darren and Bartleby got on at the last minute carrying large bags and settleing into the seats that had been denied them before. The frowns deepened at the way Loki and Tiffany brightened.
It was going to be a long trip, but the people who were the center of attention ignored the world, just happy to be with people they were supposed to be with- in any sense of the term.