When Gwen woke up she was oddly comfortable, something she hadn't been in a very long time if she remembered correctly and the pillow she clung to was still cool under her cheek. The light in her bedroom was off of course, though the ceiling fan still hummed away and the faint glow from the window currents washed along the floor. Light brightened and dimmed every few minutes with the passing clouds and curtains ruffling. When Gwen slowly sat up amidst her blanket and night shirt she realized she was alone in the room.
Not that she hadn't been when she went to bed of course, Kevin had been forced to take occupancy on the couch, and when she had finally passed out she was alone.
But the thought of Kevin still being in her apartment, just knowing he was there... well it brought an embarrassed smile to her face as she stretched and tossed her legs over the side of the bed to stand. Her muscles were stiff and she knew it required a jog around the block, but for now her body had to settle for getting dressed and making breakfast.
'Oh geez when was the last time I actually made anything other than cereal for one?' she thought to herself as she opened her closet and shifted through the clothes. She finally decided on a simple pair of blue jeans and a red business shirt with a covering black vest, it was something she hadn't worn in a long time and something she knew would be nostalgic and easy to move in compared to everything else she'd been stuck in lately.
After dressing she picked up her brush and ran it through her hair a few times, looking at the length as she ran her fingers through it. She'd seen her hair in so many forms throughout her life, short, shoulder length, long, long and in a ponytail. By now she didn't really know what she wanted to do with it anymore.
Every time she turned around some new version of herself was popping in from some time space rift with a different hair style, it was a little bothersome.
Tossing her hair up into a low pony tail she sighed, ready to get the day over with as she pushed open her bedroom door. The smell of bacon and eggs hit her right off the bat and she bit her lip, smiling.
"Kevin?" she called out into the room, listening to the low rumble of her once boy-friend cooking and huming. Weird thing though... Kevin wasn't big on cooking unless he had to... wait, what time was it?
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"Ok, arms up." Gorg motioned with both her own arms at the crib, holding them toward the ceiling as the now toddler sized infant reached up as well to mimic his mother with flailed laughter. "That's my good boy." the laughter filled the room once again, Edwin smiling as he watched the mother change her sons clothing.
"He grew up too fast Gorg... he was only infant sized what... 2 hours ago?" he smiled, leaning back against the chair again.
"Oh it's only temporary Eddy, you know that. Hinu was too scared the bathe him being so small, he freaked out." she laughed a bit, tossing the clothes away into a hamper. "Now, you had something to talk to me about?" she asked, lifting Itis up into her arms as he flailed about, reaching for anything in arms length of him.
Edwin frowned a bit, looking over at his shoes by the doorway. "Yea... I know it's what happened... I really do... but..." he sighed, letting his face fall into his fingers. "I just want to know." suddenly he felt tiny fingers pulling at his hair, urging him to look up before his face was engulfed in a hug by the infant.
"Well, whatever it is, seems Itis wants you to stop pouting about it." she passed the child along with a laugh, happy that her son got along with her new friend.
"I'm sorry Itis." Edwin took the now toddler sized infant into his arms happily, blowing a few kisses onto the babies stomach before laying him back into his crib as he yawned, small hands outstretched and clinging to his dragon shaped stuffed animal. As Gorg had said when having him buy it, 'When in Rome, or in this case Earth, might as well get him a stuffed animal right?'
Gorg smiled, sitting in the beanbag that was placed in the room for her finally as her tail stretched and flopped out, sighing as she relaxed and picked up her up of... lord knows what and reclined. "Now, talk to me dear." she said.
Edwin nodded, sitting back in the chair he now turned toward his friend, sighing and scrubbing his face with his palms. "Is there... any type of herb or something... I dunno, some space plant that can get two dudes shknockered and one of them knocked up and not remember any of it?" he asked as he bit his lip. "Geez that sounds stupid..."
Gorg laughed, shaking her head. "Well, I personally don't know of any names to call it other than silly... the explanation I mean, but I know it's more than possible. On Ter'abith, the women were refusing to mate with the men dude to sexist wars, they decided to make a way to reproduce so they created a fertility pill for men. One of the side effects could have been memory loss so the straight ones didn't have to-"
The naga was cut off as her friend groaned, slumping from his chair to the floor, his head banging to the wooden planks. "Fuck!"
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"Nice apron dear house wife." Gwen said as he held in a laugh, a short spit of a mirth slipping through. Kevin looked back, glaring at the red head in the doorway.
"Shut up." he grumbled, flipping the eggs in the pan as he adjusted the pink frill once again, "It was in your hall closet, I thought it made me look nice." Gwen couldn't keep in her laughter again, her steps stumbling her forward and into the table.
"Oh god, Kevin take that stupid thing off." she rolled her eyes after catching her breath as she pulled out a chair. Kevin shook his head, turning and setting a plate on the table.
"No way, it's keeping my clothes from getting covered in grease." he said in a girly voice. "All you have is water, I was gonna make orange juice but I thought you'd flip if I got the oranges out of the fridge and just used them without asking." more plates were sat in front of her as he sighed, pulling the pink frill over his head.
"Seriously, where did you get this? It's more than a little bit ugly." he dropped it to the floor, leaning against the kitchen counter as he turned off the stove and stabbed his food with his fork.
Gwen smiled, leaning back into the chair as she picked up her fork and wiped it off. "Moving out gift from a friend. Never saw a reason to get rid of it." she said, poking at the food.
"Hello, it's ugly. Just throw it away." Kevin said after swallowing a mouthful of food. Gwen stopped, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't remember taking orders from you, Kevin. In fact, you're lucky I'm even letting you stay here." She reminded him, back to cutting up pieces of her food.
"Have you ever worn it? Really?" Kevin asked, scooping up a few pieces of hanging food into his fingers before dropping them into his mouth. Gwen started to reply but stopped, she really hadn't ever worn the thing... or had any intention of wearing it. Weird... why ihadn't/i she thrown it away?
"See my point? Half of this stuff I don't think you even use Gwen, what happened to you?" he waved his hand around her kitchen and she paused, looking over at the little things. To her, the house was barren and had the bare minimum. But now that she really looked at it...
"I mean, what iIS/i this thing?" Kevin picked something up, waving it about.
"Egg beater. And before you go there, you use it for baking." Gwen said, looking at the table as she ate.
"You don't bake!" Kevin said, arms tossed up.
"How would you know? We haven't seen each other in-"
"Gwen I was in your fridge. You don't bake." Kevin cut her off twice. "You, are cluttering." She scoffed at him and stood to get a glass out of the cabinet. "You know I'm right." he said, setting the egg beater down onto the counter.
"You're assuming." She stood on her toes, pulling the cup out of the cabinet and gasping as Kevin boxed her against the counter.
"You're cluttering." he repeated, lifting a hand to brush against her cheek. Gwen blushed, looking away as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Is it because you missed me?" Gwen snapped her head back toward him, slapping him hard across the face and moving him out of her way.
"You're restricted to the garage." she barked, pointing with a glare. He rubbed the red mark on his face, smirking as his skin rippled and he snatched up his jacket from the back of a chair and plate off the counter, heading out toward the hall.
"Yea I love you too." Gwen glared as he walked out, blowing a kiss in her direction as he left. She grumbled and hit the tap, trying to pour her anger out with the water. Once the glass was full she started drinking, setting it down to catch her breath after swirling the contents. She took a few steps forward, ready to clean the mess from Kevin cooking when her foot squished against the fabric of the apron on the ground.
She looked down, pulling her foot back as she picked it up, running her fingers over the fabric as she brushed it off. She didn't mean to come off like such a prude just now... had she? With a sigh of agitation she headed toward the hall, ready to hang the apron back up.
"Throw it away!" Kevin called from the end of the hall, looking at her in the doorway. She made a face, looking at him with a huff before turning her back to him, facing the closet. One hand reached to the door and she paused.
i'Oh... wow...'/i she opened her closet and gasped once she really noticed, coats she never wore, shoes she used maybe once, nick knacks?
"Told you that you were cluttering." Kevin was behind her, arms venturing around her waist as he hugged her close, skin relaxing into a new form. "Come on, let's get rid of it." he said, soft and so unlike the Kevin she knew.
"What if I don't want to?" she breathed, already letting Kevin tug it from her fingers.
"I'll take it by force." he stated, crumpling the apron in one hand. She huffed, turning around to look up at him, a soft smile that went between both of them before she started laughing.
"Oh geez, I'm cluttering." she couldn't stop the bits of laughter, falling against his chest with a smile.
"I know, it's so weird isn't it? First it was me, now you? What next, Ben?" Gwen busted out into a laughter that brought tears to her eyes and just wouldn't stop. Kevin hushed her, both just standing in the hallway as she calmed down.
"When I have to go... I won't want to." he muttered against her hair, sighing a bit to himself. Gwen relaxed, hugging him finally and smiling.
"I don't think I'll want you to either..." she muttered.