The door swung open and an exhausted, overheated, and dripping Maurice staggared in. He shed his coat, his sunglasses, his gloves, his other coat, his hat, all the while stumbling across the living room. He stopped at the fridge, opened it, and leaned against the wracks.
"Never again, not never! I'm done with the day shift, I couldn't do it in July and I can't do it now!"
He'd been so spoiled by the long nights in Ruby City and some devil whim had possessed him to say hes when Mr. Corey called him in, begging for help fixing his rival, Mr. Donnahue's truck.
Hanna had kind of relaxed a little, even if it was just a little, but when the door swung open he yelled, surprised and since he had been leaning back in his chair, the start had caused him to tumble backwards.
Meranda nearly sucked cereal up her nose and started violently coughing. She reached out, she did! She reached for Hanna but it was too late. He was gone. Goodbye, Hanna.
Maurice, meanwhile, wheezed and panted and cried just a little as the cold air from the fridge rolled over him. His neck bore a few nasty looking black burns that had finally stopped bubbling and the ends of his painstakingly maintained mane looked...crispy.
"I don't care if he fires me, I aint goin' back out there when the FUCKIN' DAYSTAR is above thuh hurrizon...oh." He looked down at his fallen lover. "You're up early."
Meranda finally regained the use of her lungs and quickly became interested in her breakfast again.
Having embarrassingly scrambled to get up, he coughs himself and manages a very real looking concern, since, well. He was pretty concerned. "That looks nasty..." He changes the subject pretty quick, being a dear and opening up the top freezer for Maurice too. Hopefully it would help.
"And you look like you could use a trim..." His hair looked like someone had to straighten it with matches instead of a flat iron.
While Meranda was pretty good at keeping secrets, she usually had time to let them settle. She shoveled cereal into her mouth until the bowl was empty and then she caught sight of the microwave.
"OH. LOOK AT THAT. I must go to my place of employment." She stood up, left the bowl on the table, and marched away like a soldier.
Maurice sniffed and leaned out of the freezer door's way. "It's so hot, Hanna. It's so hot outside."
It was December.
"The sun is so awfu....whu?" Hanna had called attention to his hair and he wearily took up a lock in his fingers and pulled it around to see. "Oh, great. Musta caught fire when my neck did...I think I'm gonna cry."
Hanna gave Meranda a look for the awkward exit, but thankfully Maurice is too worked up to notice it. So, thankfully, he lets his nerves settle and leans against him, frowning. "I don't think you should try that again. If you can't drive home I can see if I could come pick you up and you can shift or something, hide in the glove box.
His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
"Never again!" It had become a wail at this point. His mantra! Never again would he try to be a daywalker, it was not to be. "Guess you're right..." He scrubbed under one eye with his thumb and leaned back against Hanna. Now that he was out of the sun, his body was cooling off. He'd soon become his usual 'just below room temperature' self again. He reached behind himself to find a chair and guide himself to it. The fridge still stood open.
Hanna coughs at the question, glancing towards the direction Meranda had left, but he shrugs. He'll just...shove that to the side. "Alright. I was reading earlier before you came home." Though, he could mention one part...
"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
Maurice's wilted daylily look instantly snapped into alertness. He sat up like a bolt in his chair and leans around to stare at the redhead with wide eyes.
"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
Maurice looked ahead and sank back into his seat. He slowly brought his hand to his face and rubbed the soft spots under his eyes again.
"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
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The door swung open and an exhausted, overheated, and dripping Maurice staggared in. He shed his coat, his sunglasses, his gloves, his other coat, his hat, all the while stumbling across the living room. He stopped at the fridge, opened it, and leaned against the wracks.
"Never again, not never! I'm done with the day shift, I couldn't do it in July and I can't do it now!"
He'd been so spoiled by the long nights in Ruby City and some devil whim had possessed him to say hes when Mr. Corey called him in, begging for help fixing his rival, Mr. Donnahue's truck.
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"JESUS CHRIST!"
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Maurice, meanwhile, wheezed and panted and cried just a little as the cold air from the fridge rolled over him. His neck bore a few nasty looking black burns that had finally stopped bubbling and the ends of his painstakingly maintained mane looked...crispy.
"I don't care if he fires me, I aint goin' back out there when the FUCKIN' DAYSTAR is above thuh hurrizon...oh." He looked down at his fallen lover. "You're up early."
Meranda finally regained the use of her lungs and quickly became interested in her breakfast again.
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"And you look like you could use a trim..." His hair looked like someone had to straighten it with matches instead of a flat iron.
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"OH. LOOK AT THAT. I must go to my place of employment." She stood up, left the bowl on the table, and marched away like a soldier.
Maurice sniffed and leaned out of the freezer door's way. "It's so hot, Hanna. It's so hot outside."
It was December.
"The sun is so awfu....whu?" Hanna had called attention to his hair and he wearily took up a lock in his fingers and pulled it around to see. "Oh, great. Musta caught fire when my neck did...I think I'm gonna cry."
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His hand comes up, gently rubbing Maurice's back, careful of any other burns, "You could just get a trim. I mean, it'll be like taking care of it. Just think of them as...yanno. Split ends or something. You're fine."
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"So how...how was your day?"
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"And Meranda threatened me to keep my cranes confined to the room."
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"I can't see why, they don't bother nothin'. She hate origami?"
The dead man, bless him, wasn't aware of just how many cranes Hanna was talking about.
"It's not like you put them in her room."
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"I thought it looked kinda bare in there..."
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"You didn't!" That face. "You did! Sweet Potato, how are you still ALIVE?"
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"I'm gonna pretend that was a sunstroke-induced hallucination."
Meranda suddenly burst back onto the scene, dressed, brushed, ready to face the world. "Hi guys, bye guys, don't wanna keep the boss waiting! You know how he can be kind of impot--IMPATIENT! Impatient!"
Slam!
Maurice looked up again. "She's so weird."