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[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya, Pen, Lucy, Minako
WHERE: Pen's house
WHEN: July 1st, morning
WHAT: this isn't where I parked my car New-AU shenanigans
WARNINGS:

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The Argument

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya didn't question it at first. The sun was rising, but it was still too goddamn early for her to care, so she let sleep pull her back under. That wasn't difficult, between the pleasant warmth of another body and the familiar scent of the pillow.]

[She wasn't sure when it all clicked together, dozing as she was. Familiarity. Company. Freya's eyes snap open, confirming it. Penelope.]

[Shit.]

[The taller woman rolls onto her back with a groan to put a little space between them, covering her eyes with a palm. She swore, she fucking swore that this time, she wouldn't end up here, falling into the exact same pattern they always did.]

[Well. At least, not so soon, anyway. It's what, a week, at best?]

[But even with her protest, even with her simmering frustration, there's an almost-equal desire to scoot back, wrap her arms around Penelope, and pretend like nothing had ever happened. ...Which was half of what Freya was frustrated with in the first place.]

[...and beneath all of that, something still didn't quite add up.]

You know, [she drawls after a moment, her voice still a tad hoarse with grogginess,] I usually remember how I wind up in your bed.

Post Arguement

[mincingminuet]

[After stalking out, Penelope made a bee-line for the kitchen, monsters appearing around her. The tomato, Tons, White Hare...her cat. She was annoyed enough that she didn't even notice the roombas in the corner or the computers lining the living room walls as she made her way there. Too much nerd shit for her.

She also didn't necessarily notice that there was anyone else around, so it was entirely possible she'd storm by one or more girls on her way to the kitchen in her bathrobe. Tearing open the fridge, not bothering to hide the noise, she started looking for stuff.]

Christ. Why can't she just...[Groan...] ...Why the hell is there so much Mountain Dew?

[Mumbling to herself, she pulled out some eggs and began cracking them, wondering when she'd have a normal morning again.]

Post-Argument

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya emerges in sweats and a tanktop a few minutes after Pen, definitely more brooding than stalking in her posture. She didn't look around either, her look distant in thought, heading straight to the pantry.]

[And she startles back with a yelp when she opens the door, fire magic beginning to curl around her fist. It dies out quickly enough as Freya straightens with a scowl, accepting the can from the Tonberry lurking inside the cabinet and slamming it shut--much to the protest of the hinges.]

[Now there's a stalking to Freya's movements as she starts the coffeemaker, retreating to the living room to stare angrily out the window as soon as the task is done.]

for lucy;

[complementing]

[Well! All of that was very exciting and confusing. Mostly confusing. Minako is now tucked into a corner of the couch, texting Ragna about her situation.

It's officially summer break, so while her desire to return to her apartment is lined with a personal, quiet urgency, there's technically no reason for her to need to hurry. It'll take some time to get all of her things moved back into their proper apartment, besides. She should relax in Pen's nice house. Be a good guest before leaving.

Finally done texting, she sets her phone down and yawns.]

Sleepy...

[Come be her pillow, Lucy.]

The Apology

[mincingminuet]

[A bit later, after talking to Minako and Lucy...and breakfast...a shower, and several other things, Penelope finally goes looking for Freya.

Whatever room she happens to be in, or if she's outside or something doesn't matter. Pen's stewed long enough and calmed down enough to slip up to her and reach out, a serious and drained look in her eye.]

Hey. Can we talk? About this morning.