05-16-2010, 10:12 PM
Zarrah stepped into the kitchen then, raising a blue eyebrow in Life's direction before promptly moving toward the fridge. Yanking it open, she dug around for a few moments before pulling out some cold chicken. Cold was good. Moving to sit at the table, the blue-haired doll was sure to avoid sitting anywhere near Life. Instead, she chose the spot on Lost's other side. With a swift glance in Isis' direction, the strangely decorated girl nodded before turning her attention to her cold meat.
Life narrowed his eyes in the girl's direction before standing, smiling tightly at Isis and Lost. "Tomorrow then," he said, grabbing his empty mug and leaving it in the sink. "Don't forget." With that, the pale doll left the kitchen, no doubt headed for the Party Preps in their celebration somewhere within the house.
As soon as Life left the room, Zarrah got up and moved toward the other end of the table, plopping down and continuing to eat. Her blue eyes locked on the food, and she completely ignored Isis and Lost.
Lost himself merely watched Life leave, and then sighed in quiet relief. Practically crushing Isis to him, the dark-skinned male buried his face in her hair, letting his lean arms shift so she could breathe. Her back was to him, due to the way he'd grabbed her, but the youth didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed almost . . . happy. Tomorrow.
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