10-01-2017, 09:36 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]autumn in yew york / morra and sybil, i'm trying my best
6:34AM, friday, october 6th
you know, a normal day for morra wouldn't entail being up at 6:34 AM on a friday morning, but this morning started out different than most other mornings. morra had come home late thursday from taking an extra shift at barns and nobel, as she was attempting to save up for a christmas present for sybil. morra had found a vintage and hopefully authentic collection of edgar allen poe poems as well as a set of mary shelly books, which morra was sure sybil would enjoy. the only downside to this was that, as the poe collection was authentically old, it was also authentically expensive, but morra was determined. so she kept working extra shifts and work, only once or twice a week but it was definitely enough for her to come home and crash.
as it was october, the whitney-godfrey abode was decorated incredibly well, covered in candles and blanketed soft browns. most of morra's plants had been moved away from the chilly windows to the softly painted walls of her bedroom or the living room. any flower arrangement that had been there over the summer was gone and replaced with an assembly of twigs and cattail branches, a seasonal bouquet morra often picked up from the florist six blocks down.
the small home felt like a den in all the warmth it bought for it's two inhabitants. speaking of which, morra rolled out of her bed and proceeded to get dressed and do her makeup. today eas friday, and then she'd been free from work for the weekend and ready to drink coffee in a mountain of blankets.
7:45AM
stepping off her train, morra made her way to the barns and nobel building that employed her. the towering brick book safe haven was always waiting for her return to it's shelves. morra loved her job, as much as one could working in retail. the shelves were always organized and stocked, 9/10 of her customers were consistently satisfied with her performance as an employee and if the store didn't have it, morra would personally order it for the client. she was approachable and kind and boy did the staff enjoy her music taste. the opening was 9AM but the store had just gotten a new shipment so today was unboxing day.
6:30PM
morra had been against taking the second shift today, as it was friday and she wanted to get home. if she was fast enough, she and sybil could go see a movie. morra was hoping to see IT was it was the only horror-ish film she was exactly excited for.
7:35PM
she wasn't fast enough. unlocking the door to their apartment, morra took off her coat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door. sybil had a record playing, but morra, in her own thoughts about dinner, was too preoccupied to pick out the artist. but, as the short haired blonde moved to the kitchen so saw a sight to behold. sybil. cooking dinner. and there was no mess so far. "alright chef gofrey what's on the menu?" she asked, already feeling her stomach growling at the thought of dinner. it had been a long day. "italian." sybil said with a smile as she was suing a wooden spoon to stir a boiling bowl of what morra assumed was pasta. "so no IT tonight?" morra replied, already taking out some forks and bowls. "nope. it's friday and you know what that means," sybil started returning to her pasta. "midnight confessions!" morra finished, realizing that indeed stephen colbert's annual friday night confessional was going to interrupt this evening's plans. "also, i think it's the season finale of "les épines de la vie se sont levées" sybil added at the end. les épines de la vie se sont levées (or the thorns of life’s rose) was the french 2AM soap opera the girls were obsessed with, sybil a bit more than morra, as sybil could understand more french than her blonde counterpart could. "well then i guess were staying in. i'll call ross and bernadette for our usual froday night order" morra said, and picked up her phone.
2:32AM
morra fell asleep the couch around 1:45. sybil left her draped with a foux fur blanket at 2:30, after the soap opera was over. morra would ask her the next day about what she missed, and knowing les épines de la vie se sont levée it was likely a lot.
6:34AM, friday, october 6th
you know, a normal day for morra wouldn't entail being up at 6:34 AM on a friday morning, but this morning started out different than most other mornings. morra had come home late thursday from taking an extra shift at barns and nobel, as she was attempting to save up for a christmas present for sybil. morra had found a vintage and hopefully authentic collection of edgar allen poe poems as well as a set of mary shelly books, which morra was sure sybil would enjoy. the only downside to this was that, as the poe collection was authentically old, it was also authentically expensive, but morra was determined. so she kept working extra shifts and work, only once or twice a week but it was definitely enough for her to come home and crash.
as it was october, the whitney-godfrey abode was decorated incredibly well, covered in candles and blanketed soft browns. most of morra's plants had been moved away from the chilly windows to the softly painted walls of her bedroom or the living room. any flower arrangement that had been there over the summer was gone and replaced with an assembly of twigs and cattail branches, a seasonal bouquet morra often picked up from the florist six blocks down.
the small home felt like a den in all the warmth it bought for it's two inhabitants. speaking of which, morra rolled out of her bed and proceeded to get dressed and do her makeup. today eas friday, and then she'd been free from work for the weekend and ready to drink coffee in a mountain of blankets.
7:45AM
stepping off her train, morra made her way to the barns and nobel building that employed her. the towering brick book safe haven was always waiting for her return to it's shelves. morra loved her job, as much as one could working in retail. the shelves were always organized and stocked, 9/10 of her customers were consistently satisfied with her performance as an employee and if the store didn't have it, morra would personally order it for the client. she was approachable and kind and boy did the staff enjoy her music taste. the opening was 9AM but the store had just gotten a new shipment so today was unboxing day.
6:30PM
morra had been against taking the second shift today, as it was friday and she wanted to get home. if she was fast enough, she and sybil could go see a movie. morra was hoping to see IT was it was the only horror-ish film she was exactly excited for.
7:35PM
she wasn't fast enough. unlocking the door to their apartment, morra took off her coat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door. sybil had a record playing, but morra, in her own thoughts about dinner, was too preoccupied to pick out the artist. but, as the short haired blonde moved to the kitchen so saw a sight to behold. sybil. cooking dinner. and there was no mess so far. "alright chef gofrey what's on the menu?" she asked, already feeling her stomach growling at the thought of dinner. it had been a long day. "italian." sybil said with a smile as she was suing a wooden spoon to stir a boiling bowl of what morra assumed was pasta. "so no IT tonight?" morra replied, already taking out some forks and bowls. "nope. it's friday and you know what that means," sybil started returning to her pasta. "midnight confessions!" morra finished, realizing that indeed stephen colbert's annual friday night confessional was going to interrupt this evening's plans. "also, i think it's the season finale of "les épines de la vie se sont levées" sybil added at the end. les épines de la vie se sont levées (or the thorns of life’s rose) was the french 2AM soap opera the girls were obsessed with, sybil a bit more than morra, as sybil could understand more french than her blonde counterpart could. "well then i guess were staying in. i'll call ross and bernadette for our usual froday night order" morra said, and picked up her phone.
2:32AM
morra fell asleep the couch around 1:45. sybil left her draped with a foux fur blanket at 2:30, after the soap opera was over. morra would ask her the next day about what she missed, and knowing les épines de la vie se sont levée it was likely a lot.
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