Fool's Journey

"You mentioned it was something to do with Space..."

 

"Then you've answered your own question," he smiles.

 

"Heh... Coooool!!" He grins.

 

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It's the next day, just after twelve, Mischa's just finished class and getting into her dorm apartment; she has a short today on Monday, and again on Thursday and Friday . Kainze's not home yet, still in class.
She does some cleaning and chores, the laundry gets left in a basket by the couch for Kainze to fold. She takes care of the plants and her cat, checks the rabbit skull and arm half buried in the ant-colony tank... still some sinew and dried meat and skin. Needs a little longer still.

They need some groceries, and Halloween/Samhain is literally next Monday, so Mischa changes into something nicer but still casual, then calls up a good friend from highschool while she does her hair and makeup.

 

There's a sleepy yawn as the young man picks up. "...mmn. h'llo?"

 

"S'up Nick. It's Mischa. Got any plans today?"

 

"...nhh. no, not really. Day off. Don't know how you do the work and school thing," he shuffles around on the other side of the phone. "What'd you have in mind?"

 

"I gotta do some grocery shopping, wanna pick me up and hang out with me while I do that? And we'll grab lunch first?"

 

"Yeah. Uuuh. Thai sound good? I need to grab some snacks, anyways."

 

"Cool. Wanna go to the Thai lunch buffet place near Walmart?"

 

"You're speaking my language," he laughs. "All you can eat is always the best choice."

He kicks his door shut, and she can hear his keys jingle. "Be there in a tick."

 

"Cool! I'll meet you outside the dorms at the usual spot." She hangs up, then finishes doing her makeup; eyeliner, gold eyeshadow, lipstick. Her hair gets quickly braided into long pigtail braids then pinned up in a crown on her head, and she's ready to go. She takes Pride in her looks, maybe a little vain, but she's been doing this forever so it doesn't take her very long at all.
She pulls her purse out of her backpack, makes sure she has everything and gives her cat a kiss on the head before heading out. "Back soon with some treats for you, Baastet. Mwah!"

She heads outside and goes to meet Nick at the campus parking lot near the bus round.

 

The car - one he's admitted belongs to his sister, sleek and sporty and with speakers and speed to make him grin from ear to ear.

He's shown off many times, and can successfully parallel park from a drift. He's a terrifying driver at times, but his reflexes keep up.

He waves cheerfully. "Hey Mischa!"

 

"Hey Nick." She grins, waving and hopping over to greet him. "Got the 'show off' car today I see."

 

"A beauty like this isn't meant to be kept in a garage." He says solemnly, reaching over to push the passenger door open, then grins hugely. "I've been working and everything, so I can nick the keys if Nattie's out."

 

Mischa laughs, "Sneaky fucker."

 

"The sneakiest." He grins wolfishly, waiting for her to buckle up before he hits the gas. "How is school going?"

 

"Good! I just have biology and photography on Mondays. And I'm also taking Woman's Studies and First Nation's Studies." She climbs in and buckles up. "Did I tell you yet that they don't count Braile OR Sign Language as an art credit?! Japanese or Spanish or fuckin' German, sure... but not those two! It's fuckin' bullshit!"

 

"...no, you didn't. Huh. Why do they count languages as art, anyway, that seems kind of weird?" He tilts his head. "That's weird, right?"

 

She shrugs. "They called English lessons Language Arts back in elementary... that's probably why."