'cause clever got me this far

[23rd]

Who: Laura, Kiden & Remy
What: Laura drags home a stray her friend because it is unacceptable to eat garbage when there are people to help you, Kiden.
Where: Wanda and Remy's house, Abrogate Green
When: Shortly after this.
Notes: None.
Warnings: Probably some foul language.

"This is where I'm staying. It is the house of my..." Laura pauses, unsure what their relationship actually is. They're definitely not related, and she wouldn't know what familial title to ascribe to these people even if she wanted to use one. "Friend," she decides on eventually, with the expectation that Kiden will trust her judgment when it comes to people not being dangerous.

Laura's pretty good at telling who the dangerous people are.

She's taken Kiden from the alley she found her in here -- it's a long train ride from Chimer to Abrogate Green, clear on the other side of the city, but it gives them time to catch up. Well, it gives Kiden time to talk and Laura time to listen, because she has very little to say. She's not good at taking care of people, but she assumes Remy will know what to do about this. She trusts he'll be able to get her settled, because Laura doesn't blame Kiden one bit for not trusting the people at the Inn. She certainly didn't.

She opens the front door and enters with her. It occurs to her she ought to say something instead of just quietly sneaking through the door all the time -- she's been lead to believe that announcing one's presence is normal from the television -- at the Institute, she watched a lot of old sitcoms -- and the students themselves, who had a habit of bursting into rooms and immediately shouting at each other. So instead of hauling Kiden through the house until she could leap at Remy like some kind of terrible home-invading ninja (or your average cat), Laura calls out like a normal human being. "Remy."

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[23rd]

It surprises Laura every time how much Remy's approval means to her.

She nods instead of saying anything, not an agreement so much as an acknowledgement of what he's said. Curious, though. She assumes anyone would do this for their friends. She'll have to ask at some point, something she files away for later.

(Taking a bullet to the face is probably not something most people would do, no, Laura.)

Unfortunately for Kiden, the fruit is long gone. Having taken care of her stuff and decided she's going to pick Kiden up some extra clothes later tonight, Laura is sitting at the kitchen table again, eating ice cream, which looks ridiculously out of character for her. (It's funnier when she has a cone.) But Laura loves food, especially food with strong flavours. Sometimes sweet things are too much for her palate but everything in Baedal is made from real ingredients -- real sugar, not high fructus corn syrup, real fruit, not fruit flavourings, &etc -- and the difference is palpable. "Hi," she says, then glances at the ice cream box and the extra bowl she sets out, then back at Kiden.

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With anybody else, Kiden would just stand there with a confused look on her face when Laura speaks strictly through looks and body language. But she can read her friend easily enough to get the message clearly that she says hi back and sits down across from Laura.

"Where'd you put my stuff?" Kiden doesn't ask this in a demanding tone. In fact, it's super casual as she reaches out and slides the ice cream box towards her. Fuck a bowl. All she needs is a spoon. And her stuff.