[Rory] (not it!)
[Gina] *Small. Squat. Comfortable. That was what Gina’s Chinatown home had turned into. Better than cold, empty and lonely, as it had been when she moved in originally. The furniture is a mishmash of terrible freebies and inflatable dollar store knockoffs. But hell, this way if the wolves go lunatic and pitch a fit, the couch went pop and could be hauled to the dumpster in one hand. Gina was a thinker, she was. Even if she’d get no points for interior decorating. Food was cooling on the kitchen counter in preparation of Rory’s visit. Some sort of cinnamon twist pastry that filled the house with sweet sugary scent. Gina’s got the windows open and a door propped ajar, letting a cool breeze drag the tiny rental’s temperature back down within a livable range. The kin herself is draped over an ugly green couch like a wet noodle, boneless and sweltering in the heat, tanktop and skirt sticky with sweat.*
[Rory] She’d been looking forward to the visit, truth be told. Things had happened, and little Rory – well. She’s been dying for some girl talk and Gina’s the one who’s always been there for the little metis, even if it was just to help get those curls under some semblance of control.
She doesn’t sneak in like her packmates do. No, Rory, dressed in new jeans and a new t-shirt, and new little flats on her feet, but with the same old battered pack on her shoulders – Rory knocks. Breathing deeply of the sugary scent that drifts from the windows…
[Gina] Come en darlin…
*Like Hell Gina’s getting up. She waves her feet at the door as though willing it to open of its own accord. One with the couch. She does however, reach for the chilled tea currently balanced on her milk crate coffeetable.*
Door’s open!
[Rory] She smiles shyly as she opens the door enough to slip inside, closing it behind her, and slides her backpack off and sets in on the floor inside the door. “Gi, Hina…”
Somethings different about the metis… something that’s not easy to pinpoint. It’s almost a confidence, but a far far cry from what it would be in any other Garou. But there’s certainly something going on….
“Gells smood in here..”
[Gina] *Gina props herself on an elbow, drawing her feet in to make room for Rory on the couch. Silent invitation accompanied by a warming smile. Metis speech patterns taking a moment to decipher.*
Och, ye look good lovely. Made ye some twists, en the kitchen effen ye wan em, aye?
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly. Twists. And then the smile appears again, shy and lovely and hidden behind her hair as she nods, and goes to see what twists are – and get some. Because anything that smells that good, and that Gina made? Is worth a trip to the kitchen. She lets out a delighted sound as she sees the treats, and grabs a couple for herself and one for gina too, before she comes back and takes the invite, settling to the couch.
She kicks her flats off and tucks her feet under her, passing over a twist before she takes a bite of her own. “mmmmmmm…sGOOD…”
And there’s only chewing for a few minutes, as she devours the first one…
[Gina] *Gina laughs, watching the redhead with an expression thats all softness and muted pleasure. Her feet press against Rory’s leg, bare and brown, tonails painted metallic magenta. The twist set aside for now as she sips her tea, finally offering it to Rory to wash down sweet pastry.*
Been keepin out o trouble, bogeylass?
[Rory] Keeping out of trouble… and in three, two, one – right on cue she blushes, brightly, as she takes a sip of tea and hands it back, trying to hide that little grin that she can’t quite keep off her lips. Softly, the admittance…
“Rot neally.” She rubs the side of her nose absently, and then peeks at Gina through those curls. “You were right. Bome soys DO want to miss ke. A lot.”
[Gina] Och darlin!
*Gina beams proudly, pressing her toes against Rory and sitting up proper, head tilted as she sings.*
Oo’s thes than? Wha ‘appened?
[Rory] Gina beams, and Rory -well, Rory is glowing. and not just full moon, high rage, glowing, but a good old fashioned ‘guess who’s been gettin’ some’ glow. She bites her lower lip shyly, absently running her teeth over skin that was – if only briefly due to what she is – bruised just a few hours earlier, tasting them with the tip of her tongue, as if she can still feel him there…
[…she can still feel him everywhere…]
“Nis hame is Ray. I’m not his only girl, but is ok, cuz oh, Gina…” And here, her eyes widen and she sighs happily… “…he makes fe meel worthy… he makes fe meel so good…”
[Gina] Ray. Ah’m met Ray. Ee’s a good felly, more or less. An peaches.. ye are worthy. Got a lot o folk wha care aboot ye, aye?
Edwin, meself, yer felly wha kissed ye. An now Ray’s lovin ye oop tae?
*Gina teases gently, taking back her drink with a chuckle. Dark eyes bright with laughter.*
Ah’m glad ye’ve good news loves. Ah’ve had me fair share o strange lately.
[Rory] Just when she thinks she can’t blush brighter, burn hotter, she does exactly that, and grins that shy little smile at Gina ans she nudges her feet that rest along her thigh.
“Edwin Reatened Thay – told him not to mreak by heart. S’why he told me about the other girls, before he mook te home.”
And then, she tips her head, slightly, and studies Gina, before her gaze slides down to the Pikey Belly, and she nods just a little, and curiously… “Are you happy?”
[Gina] Edwins a good sort tae. *Sings a pikey, soft. Rory glances to the flat of Gina’s stomach, and its Gina’s turn to blush, coral under dusky skin. A shrug of shoulders.*
Ah’m glad tae have a child. Be happier effen et was oonder different circumstances like. Better effen et were o’ a strider.
*A slight frown. Speaking of striders. Gina sighs and tucks her hair back.*
Reckon Thoth es wantin tae put a claim on me darlin.
[Rory] She tips her head slightly, and then.. “is helmar dappy?” That’s how she found out, after all – Edwin see’s Gina, teases Delmar about being a dad – knowing Gina’s fondness for her packmate, it didn’t take much to put two and two together…
And then Gina changes the subject, and mentions Thoth. Rory’s shoulders fall a little, and she sighs deeply. She knew it wouldn’t be long before someone decided the Metis wasn’t good enough, until a Strider came along to take her away. But he’ll have to do it proper – even if it breaks her heart.
Softly, so softly… “Tell him to fome cind me, if he does.”
[Gina] M’still yer friend darlin. Warder oor nae, aye? Sort o thrown taegether we was, but ets good ah’ve a Strider wha wans me, aye? … Aul thengs considered. An nae… *A shake of her head, smile quirking rueful.* Reckon Delmar’s nae sae pleased aboot et. Edwin neither, reckon. But ah dinnae blame em.
[Rory] She nods, just a little, though it still hurts a bit. She never thought they’d let her ward Gina, and then they did – and it was so short a time, it was just nice to know if anything happened, she could – and would – protect her friend and the Nation would only nod appreciatively.
Then… she’s confused a little. “Why isn’t Delmar dappy? Doesn’t he want it?” She couldn’t imagine NOT wanting a baby… likely, because it’s just another thing she’ll never experience herself.
[Gina] Peaches..
*Gina tilts her head and looks to Rory, expression softly incredulous. Delmar. wanting a baby? A sigh and a shake of her head.*
Delmar seem the Daddy sort tae ye? Course ee doesnae. Hell. Ah’m nae fenrir.
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and sighs softly.
“I’d give anything ho tave a baby… I don’t see how a father tould curn away….”
[Gina] Ah kain peaches. Ah’m nae certain meself. But et happens. Some folks… nae cut out fer wee wans.
*The pikey sits up and moves to lean against the Fianna, sharing touch despite the god awful heat. A playful tug of Rory’s hair.*
Least Theron’s bein decent aboot et. Thenk Edwin will be tae, once everythengs sorted. Jes.. Hope ets nae Delmars. God love hem, nae wan else will.
[Rory] She leans against Gina when she curls up next to her, the fire under her own skin riveling that of the air itself -but touch is so rare for her still, so new, that she indulges whenever it is offered. especially with Gina.
and Ray now. but that’s different.
But then she realizes what was said, and then… “…Theron?! I..” and confusion settles in across her features… Seems her 2+2 might have equaled 5.
[Gina] Ah’m nae.. sure who’s babe et es Rory loves. Tha’s aul.
*Yeah. Thats all. As though playing “who da daddy” with Garou didn’t pose a dangerous host of problems. Gina winces, deciding she’ll have that cinna-twist afterall. Better to choke on pastry than shame.*
[Rory] She blinks. “…oh.” There’s no accusation in it though, no judgment, nothing of the sort. Just confusion – but then again, so many things confuse the metis. She nods again, as things filter through, and she starts to realize how bad it could be with those involved, and then clears her throat.
“How yan cou tell? Who’s, I mean…” Clueless, Rory
[Gina] Well.. ah reckon Theron’s gintae ask some spirits fer the secret, once ah’m a bit farther along. Mayhaps tha’ll work?
*Gina sounds as confused about that as Rory is about the situation in general. A shrug of her shoulders as she swallows pastry.*
[Rory] She rubs the side of her nose, absently. “Maybe. I’m not a tririt salker… Might.”
She wraps an arm around gina, and snuggles her close, something she’s not taken the initiative to do before – the confidence Ray builds in her shows in little tiny ways.
And a soft admittance… “I hope it’s a Bogeybaby.”
[Gina] Hmm.
*Gina considers, remaining silent on a topic she’s not entirely sure she feels any which way about, instead settling into Rory and offering her the rest of her pastry. Content for the moment. Its several moments before she sings.*
Ah thenk ye’ll like Thoth. Ee’s kind.
[Rory] “Be’d hetter be.” Kind, that is. She doesn’t like the idea of a stranger looking after Gina, instead of the Bogeymen. She doesn’t like that one little bit, but she’s trying to be good. She knew they’d never let her keep anyone ever… it’s just so soon…
Then, she relents, a little… “kind to ones mike le?”
[Gina] Reckon sae, kind enough tha effen ah asked hem anyhow, he’d play nice. Tauld him nae tae ask fer me entae after yer moon. sae ye didnae gi’ oopset an have an accident, aye?
*She nudges the redhead with a shoulder and smiles up at her, offering a wink.*
Asides… yer hardly gintae ‘ave anytime fer a pikey. All tangled up wi’ Ray.
[Rory] She nods, slightly. Though she is under such control, all the time, it’s hard to imagine the shy little mule having an accident. She’s a contradiction, Rory is. All rage and fire in a shy, timid, red-headed package.
And then… then she is teased about Ray, and Rory blushes bright red…. and ducks her head to hide behind her curls, even as she denies it. “Always tave hime for you.” a beat, and a true show of friendship – she manages a little tease in return. “Cay ran’t cook.”
[Gina] Ochh.. Ah see how et es…
*Gripes a pikey in false offense, fanning herself with a hand and looking long suffering. She gets to her feet with a laugh, and heads to the kitchen for a refill on ice tea, content to spend a pleasant afternoon with the Fianna.*