11-19-2013, 11:32 AM
There was no kitchen as such, just a counter in the corner with a sink, fridge and kettle. At affirmation of coffee, Thalia headed over to flip the kettle’s switch, then turned to lean back on the countertop. Her fingers drummed a tuneless rhythm along its edge. “Frogs, huh. Weird.” There was no doubt in her tone, just mild amusement at the thought of Rune running about popping frogs. She wrinkled her nose as she swivelled back round to dig out two mugs and upend the contents of two instant sachets into each. Exploding frogs.
She returned with the two steaming cups, and offered one out. Rune had covered the couch with various sketches from the folder, so Thal perched on the arm rest. She was content to give Rune as long as she wanted to dig through the designs, so she said little to interrupt, just blew on the surface of her coffee and contemplated the main canvas centring her studio.
She returned with the two steaming cups, and offered one out. Rune had covered the couch with various sketches from the folder, so Thal perched on the arm rest. She was content to give Rune as long as she wanted to dig through the designs, so she said little to interrupt, just blew on the surface of her coffee and contemplated the main canvas centring her studio.
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