On Our Own, Together <3 (Accepting!)

[Probably A Lion]

After brushing her teeth and her hair she wen tback to her bedroom, pulling on a pair of jeans and a Old-Fashion t-shirt from about the 80s. She went into her closet and pulled out a dark brown trenchcoat. wrapping it around her body for the morning chilly air she also grabbed what looked like a bowler hat, but just ment to keep her hair down. grabbed her sketchboo and pencils shoving them in her bag before grabbing her camera. Before her family could wake up she slipped out of the house and down to the park from the day before.

[rothbart.]

Father gone off to work and mother sleeping, he had the shower to himself. He was fast, getting in and out in about ten minutes. After he was dressed, clothing himself in an Abandon All Ships band shirt and jeans of a wash dark enough to pass as black, he slipped downstairs to steal a meal for Ally, his feline fugitive. He heard his mother getting up and ready for the day, and he really didn't want to deal with her, so he slipped his phone into his pocket and took a shorter route outside: the window. One story houses have certain advantages.

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn sat under the main playground structure, her left hand stuffed in her pocket she drew with her right hand, balancing the sketchbook on her knees. She had the photo of him stuck onto her notebook with a pin.

[rothbart.]

He walked to a nearby gas station for the breakfast of champions, a Monster Import. Nearly tossing the cash at the clerk on the way out, he took a long sip as he walked. He wandered for a while, then went to the park where he found Kaitlyn yesterday. History repeats itsself, or so it seems, as she was there again.

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn hadnt noticed him and continued to draw. Her hat was tipped low over her eyes and she was just finishing the details of the photo drawing. As she finished it off she looked up at the platform above her, thinking, then looked to the side only to notice him. She smiled lightly but kept her hand in her pocket, not wanting him to see it. "Mornin."

[rothbart.]

"Hey. How ya doing?" She had said she was okay over the phone last night, but someone who seems to dread going home ad much as he did was liable to bend the truth.

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn looked up at him, and smiled lightly. "Good, just alittle.." She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to think of words other than what she wanted to say. Tired, angry, hand killing her, annoyed with her family. She wished she could. "Sore. Didnt sleep well." She added, thinking.

[rothbart.]

He tilted his head to the side. "Sore?" He kept the look of puzzlement on his face, though his mind raced. He already felt terrible. Another part of him screamed to quit overreacting. People are klutzy. They can become sore by their own doing.

[Probably A Lion]

Kaitlyn stood up and leaned against the side of the structure. "Yeah, I didnt sleep well, its nothing." She said shrugging it off, shouldering her bag and putting her camera over head and around her neck. "What about you?"

[rothbart.]

He relaxed, relief washing over him. "Ah. I'm good. Got around without anyone noticing, really. It's kinda how things work at my place." That was a big lie. His parents were on him a lot, but he simply knew ways to avoid them.