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Headphones in, Abby hummed to herself as she bit into a cheese and onion muffin. Scrawling over her dad's face in the local rag pretending to be a newspaper, Abigail worked on finding something more secure than working for some crappy little fishing place fixing up their internet and online business. And something that paid a damn sight better seeing as she now had a house to maintain. Head down, she didn't see the person who attacked her until the last minute.

"ABBY!" Looking up at the excited sound of a voice, Abigail blinked in confusion as this tiny little bundle of blonde hair threw herself at her. Letting out an ooof as the kid crawled all over her, she managed to free herself from the tangle of wires to wrap her arms around... her sister. Her stupid, amazing baby sister Gabrielle- Gabby. "Hi! Were you surprised? Mom said to wait in the car while she called to find out where you were but then I saw you and I wanted to surprise you."

"Gabby... one thing at a time. Does mom know you're in here?" Abigail asked, pulling her up to sit on her lap properly and not just flail around. "What are you even doing in here anyway? Why the hell are you in town?"

"Awww, you swore! I'm going to tell on youuuu," Gabby sang. Abigail looking up as her mom walked through the door, looking pale and tired. Which was weird. "Mom! Abby swore lots, she said the h word."

"Gabrielle don't tell tales, Abigail don't swear." Flushed Abigail, ducked her head as she picked Gabby up and put her down on the floor so she could hug her mom. Her mom looked smaller too, thinner, almost unwell. It was weird. "I'm glad I found you, could you look after Gabby for a little bit while I go run some errands."

"Sure but mom-" Abigail began as her mother cut her off and kissed Gabby and her goodbye. Blinking at her mother's strange behaviour, Abby's voice trailed off. "-why are you here? And who dressed you brat, you look like a rainbow vomited all over your clothes."

"Do not!" Gabby yelled as Abby watched her mom through the window, the way she slowly walked away from the Quill. The way she stopped every so often as if catching her breath.

"Do too!" Abigail muttered worrying.

"Do not!"

"Do too, what are you five?" Abby asked as Gabby held up her hands with eight fingers showing. Abby held one back in response.

"I'm so telling," Gabby said, making Abby smile. "Unless... you buy me an ice cream."

"Yeah, yeah fine. Come on, let's get you something to eat. And maybe some ice cream." Abigail muttered, groaning as Abigail jumped onto her back as she carried her over to the counter. It was nice to see her sister but it was kind of weird and her mom was acting so, so weird. Maybe she'd tell her later.

Date: 2014-11-24 07:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meowhistory
I don't know, would you mind if I'd throw up all over it?

Still she gets up on wobbly legs and half-climbs, half-pulls herself up into the woman's lap. Any magical veterinarian you know of, possibly?

Date: 2014-11-24 08:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meowhistory
Lena meowed in protest when her stomach was touched. I don't really think that's the best idea.

She circled thrice before lying down, hiding her head between her paws and shivering. Cold. Help.

Date: 2014-11-25 02:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] meowhistory
You're putting me in a bag?

Lena liked to show what she really thought about that, maybe including a swipe at that bag, but bile rose up inside her and she slid of the woman's lap, vomiting before even landing on the floor.

So - landing inside her own vomit. This is the most embarrassing thing ever and I don't even care because it hurts too much.

Gross. Gross. Gross. Like she wasn't a cat, she stumbled over to the bathrooms. I need to wash my everything, please.

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