05-21-2015, 01:07 PM
[[Double posting because I am so WOEFULLY BEHIND.]]
The days blurred, and sometimes it was easier to stay at the studio rather than make the trek home to her apartment. Of course, there was a limit to the studio's home comforts, and she was finished with a recent commission, so it seemed as good a time as any to spend the evening vegged on the sofa, feet propped up in front of whatever rubbish passed for TV these days. Oh, and call Aylin. To be nagged no doubt, but hey ho.
She shut the door behind her, dumped her keys, slouched the satchel from her shoulder, and pottered about the little kitchenette. The flick of one finger set the kettle to boil, while another switched on the radio to a low hum (and her tuneless accompaniment). An inspection of the fridge revealed it was woefully stocked (probably should have picked something up on the way home), but she stared at the contents with a frown anyway, trying to piece together a meal.
The days blurred, and sometimes it was easier to stay at the studio rather than make the trek home to her apartment. Of course, there was a limit to the studio's home comforts, and she was finished with a recent commission, so it seemed as good a time as any to spend the evening vegged on the sofa, feet propped up in front of whatever rubbish passed for TV these days. Oh, and call Aylin. To be nagged no doubt, but hey ho.
She shut the door behind her, dumped her keys, slouched the satchel from her shoulder, and pottered about the little kitchenette. The flick of one finger set the kettle to boil, while another switched on the radio to a low hum (and her tuneless accompaniment). An inspection of the fridge revealed it was woefully stocked (probably should have picked something up on the way home), but she stared at the contents with a frown anyway, trying to piece together a meal.
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