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just2hands) wrote2010-08-15 01:41 am
just2hands) wrote2010-08-15 01:41 am
Awkward. Just awkward. *takes place after the Hawaiian vacation*
"Where's this go?"
Anika looked up from where she was crouched in front of the open door, carefully placing the packages of spinach and tomatoes into the vegetable crisper. It was nice and cool down here, about the only true cool place in the small house - slash - beach shack she lived in. With the wiring not quite up to modern standards, yet; so it was up to the open windows and the screen netting to bring in the winds and cool down the over-warm living room.
"Um, pasta goes up on the second cupboard, top shelf." Turning her head away, Anika pulled the next recyclable bag close and pulled out the quart of local farm fresh milk (no growth hormones, no antibiotics) and set it in the old refrigerator door. Next came the cheese and the sliced turkey which went up into the meat drawer. Rolling her head on her neck, enjoying the cool air, Anika got ready to get up off her knees and begin putting away the frozen foods.
"Where's this go?"
With a shrug, the med student turned her head and nearly smacked her nose against a box that was right there. Right there and nearly in her face.
"It goes..." She focused on it and suddenly her words, all of them were gone. Just gone. The light blue box, the words in white were right before her eyes, held in an over-large fist.
"Ah, bath-no. Bedroom. Bedroom I guess. Here, I'll take that." Anika raised up her arm but before she could take hold, the box was whisked out of her reach. Oh god. Just - oh god. Her face was already getting warm. in spite of the cool air coming from the inside of the fridge. And suddenly it wasn't so important that she got everything put away, right in just the right spot. No, it was far more important that she got that box from him before -
""Thin-tensity What th' hell's that mean?"
Oh no. Too late.
Anika looked up from where she was crouched in front of the open door, carefully placing the packages of spinach and tomatoes into the vegetable crisper. It was nice and cool down here, about the only true cool place in the small house - slash - beach shack she lived in. With the wiring not quite up to modern standards, yet; so it was up to the open windows and the screen netting to bring in the winds and cool down the over-warm living room.
"Um, pasta goes up on the second cupboard, top shelf." Turning her head away, Anika pulled the next recyclable bag close and pulled out the quart of local farm fresh milk (no growth hormones, no antibiotics) and set it in the old refrigerator door. Next came the cheese and the sliced turkey which went up into the meat drawer. Rolling her head on her neck, enjoying the cool air, Anika got ready to get up off her knees and begin putting away the frozen foods.
"Where's this go?"
With a shrug, the med student turned her head and nearly smacked her nose against a box that was right there. Right there and nearly in her face.
"It goes..." She focused on it and suddenly her words, all of them were gone. Just gone. The light blue box, the words in white were right before her eyes, held in an over-large fist.
"Ah, bath-no. Bedroom. Bedroom I guess. Here, I'll take that." Anika raised up her arm but before she could take hold, the box was whisked out of her reach. Oh god. Just - oh god. Her face was already getting warm. in spite of the cool air coming from the inside of the fridge. And suddenly it wasn't so important that she got everything put away, right in just the right spot. No, it was far more important that she got that box from him before -
""Thin-tensity What th' hell's that mean?"
Oh no. Too late.
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Anika-mun and I are working on it ^_^ You know what they say about baby-steps and you are your own worst critic? Yep. We are slowly drawing her out, but don't tell her that or she'll go hide on Hulu again!