Post by Elkeid on Apr 13, 2014 19:50:29 GMT
"Mum, mummy! I'm thirsty! I want something cool to drink! Something that isn't juice or milk! You know, mum! Soda, mum! Soda is all I want! You're a Brewer, mum! Why don't you invent soda for your sweet baby boy, Sorrel?!"
Sorrel.
Mawfuggin' Sorrel.
Elk rolled over and clamped her hands to her ears. This was starting to become too much of a recurring theme for her. All she wanted was to get a good night's rest without being rudely awoken in the morning. Her body was used to rising on its own, without the aid of an alarm clock, furry or otherwise. Seriously - what was up with this kid? Why was he always so full of energy in the mornings and nights? He'd probably stay up all night if Elkeid didn't make him sleep, and was likely to remain unfazed by any lack of sleep.
A quick glance at the clock told Elkeid that the sun would not be up for a good hour and a half. She yawned as she patted the empty spot beside her on the bed. "Come over here and lie back down. It's still too early for you to be up." Sorrel pouted and puffed his cheeks out, but did not protest. He squirmed back into bed with Elk and curled into a ball, his yellow feline eyes staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Elk sighed and turned her back to him, silently pleading with him to be silent. She would make his stupid soda drink later in the morning, when she could think straight. How she would even begin to make soda was lost on her, but-
At some point she had drifted off while thinking about the beverage, and awoke to the rising morning sun. The first thing she saw, however, was a head of orange fur with tabby markings. The weight on her chest was felt next, with the culprit obviously being Sorrel. The little Werecat Guardian was curled up on her chest and fast asleep. Elk slowly blinked as she took this sight in. If he was trying to suffocate her, he was doing a bad job of it. 'I must have rolled over onto my back while I slept.' She wondered how close she had come to rolling on top of the small child, and for a moment was stricken with worry. She was by no means a heavy woman, but could easily deprive the boy of oxygen if she were to pin him down. That would have been a nasty surprise to wake up to - wait a moment. Was she actually worried about this kid's well-being? Keeping him out of trouble aside, she did not feel obligated to take care of him, so why…?
Sorrel gave a soft yawn and stretched his upper limbs, placing little paws against her shoulder blades and gently kneading them. It felt kind of cute. "Sorrel." She lightly bopped the kid on the head, even as she reached a hand around to seize him by the waist and hold him in place. The werecat mewled and dug his tiny claws into her shoulders. It was a good thing that she was wearing a gown and not sleeping in the nude, as usual. Having a small, uninvited guest made it necessary to change some habits. "Oi. Wake up." She flicked the werecat's little nose.
"Neeh!" The little paws were now flailing about in the air, and only continued when she hoisted him up onto her hip and stepped out of bed. "Mum, stop! Lemme go! That tickles~!" Sorrel seemed disappointed to be set down onto the floor, however. "Soda," he demanded, one arm in the air.
"Be patient. It's far too early for soda - you haven't even eaten breakfast yet." She waved a dismissive hand at the small figure. "Go wash up and get ready, all right?" That would buy her some time to figure out how to go about making soda from scratch. She had avoided the stuff like the plague since she was small; it was too sweet and made her ill to her stomach on the few occasions she had indulged in it, and was also incredibly unhealthy. It was funny, actually. She was basically a functional alcoholic and smoker, but had the nerve to shun drinks she deemed a hazard to her health.
'Speaking of things that are unhealthy…' Elkeid moved to sit at the small table in her room, and set out several materials: an empty glass, a common beverage and British snow. Dealing with Sorrel required a bit of alcohol and tolerance, the latter of which she still struggled with. The "common beverage" item was actually just some unsweetened Thai tea she had won in a bet from another brewer, who apparently had the Gardener subclass. She had sampled a bit of it last night, and found it to be up to standards, but she preferred her Thai tea to be nice and cold. 'I don't think I've ever made a legit Iced Beverage yet. These could come in handy later.'
She scooped up some snow from the sealed beaker it was in, and began distributing some to the bottom of the glass. From the small, adjacent bathroom, Elk could hear the sound of running water. Sorrel would be out any moment now, and would be all in her face. She added a bit more of the British snow, and was in the process of pouring in the Thai tea when the door knob rattled, and a small, whiskered face poked out from the open door. 'Shit.'
Sorrel.
Mawfuggin' Sorrel.
Elk rolled over and clamped her hands to her ears. This was starting to become too much of a recurring theme for her. All she wanted was to get a good night's rest without being rudely awoken in the morning. Her body was used to rising on its own, without the aid of an alarm clock, furry or otherwise. Seriously - what was up with this kid? Why was he always so full of energy in the mornings and nights? He'd probably stay up all night if Elkeid didn't make him sleep, and was likely to remain unfazed by any lack of sleep.
A quick glance at the clock told Elkeid that the sun would not be up for a good hour and a half. She yawned as she patted the empty spot beside her on the bed. "Come over here and lie back down. It's still too early for you to be up." Sorrel pouted and puffed his cheeks out, but did not protest. He squirmed back into bed with Elk and curled into a ball, his yellow feline eyes staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Elk sighed and turned her back to him, silently pleading with him to be silent. She would make his stupid soda drink later in the morning, when she could think straight. How she would even begin to make soda was lost on her, but-
At some point she had drifted off while thinking about the beverage, and awoke to the rising morning sun. The first thing she saw, however, was a head of orange fur with tabby markings. The weight on her chest was felt next, with the culprit obviously being Sorrel. The little Werecat Guardian was curled up on her chest and fast asleep. Elk slowly blinked as she took this sight in. If he was trying to suffocate her, he was doing a bad job of it. 'I must have rolled over onto my back while I slept.' She wondered how close she had come to rolling on top of the small child, and for a moment was stricken with worry. She was by no means a heavy woman, but could easily deprive the boy of oxygen if she were to pin him down. That would have been a nasty surprise to wake up to - wait a moment. Was she actually worried about this kid's well-being? Keeping him out of trouble aside, she did not feel obligated to take care of him, so why…?
Sorrel gave a soft yawn and stretched his upper limbs, placing little paws against her shoulder blades and gently kneading them. It felt kind of cute. "Sorrel." She lightly bopped the kid on the head, even as she reached a hand around to seize him by the waist and hold him in place. The werecat mewled and dug his tiny claws into her shoulders. It was a good thing that she was wearing a gown and not sleeping in the nude, as usual. Having a small, uninvited guest made it necessary to change some habits. "Oi. Wake up." She flicked the werecat's little nose.
"Neeh!" The little paws were now flailing about in the air, and only continued when she hoisted him up onto her hip and stepped out of bed. "Mum, stop! Lemme go! That tickles~!" Sorrel seemed disappointed to be set down onto the floor, however. "Soda," he demanded, one arm in the air.
"Be patient. It's far too early for soda - you haven't even eaten breakfast yet." She waved a dismissive hand at the small figure. "Go wash up and get ready, all right?" That would buy her some time to figure out how to go about making soda from scratch. She had avoided the stuff like the plague since she was small; it was too sweet and made her ill to her stomach on the few occasions she had indulged in it, and was also incredibly unhealthy. It was funny, actually. She was basically a functional alcoholic and smoker, but had the nerve to shun drinks she deemed a hazard to her health.
'Speaking of things that are unhealthy…' Elkeid moved to sit at the small table in her room, and set out several materials: an empty glass, a common beverage and British snow. Dealing with Sorrel required a bit of alcohol and tolerance, the latter of which she still struggled with. The "common beverage" item was actually just some unsweetened Thai tea she had won in a bet from another brewer, who apparently had the Gardener subclass. She had sampled a bit of it last night, and found it to be up to standards, but she preferred her Thai tea to be nice and cold. 'I don't think I've ever made a legit Iced Beverage yet. These could come in handy later.'
She scooped up some snow from the sealed beaker it was in, and began distributing some to the bottom of the glass. From the small, adjacent bathroom, Elk could hear the sound of running water. Sorrel would be out any moment now, and would be all in her face. She added a bit more of the British snow, and was in the process of pouring in the Thai tea when the door knob rattled, and a small, whiskered face poked out from the open door. 'Shit.'
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Sugarless GiRL
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But first, a quick craft.
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Words:
930
Muse:
Sugarless GiRL
Notes:
But first, a quick craft.
Tags:
Elkeid
