Since college, Jill had slept strange hours. Some night she wouldn't fall into bed until four or five in the morning and sometimes not at all. Every now and then, she managed to keep herself up for twenty-four hours or more, only to crash and end up sleeping for a whole day.
She was in the midst of one of those when the banging woke her up and for a moment, she wasn't even sure where the hell she was. Falling asleep in the lab and the rec room happened more often than falling asleep at home.
"Jesus, just a sec," she mumbled, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she rolled out of the bed. A second later she was framed in the doorway, staring blearily at Freddy. "Morning?" Or maybe it was afternoon. Hell, maybe it was evening.
To be honest he hadn't actually been expecting her to even be home, let alone sleeping. Sure it was almost six, but that was really fuckinf early to be dozing when there was a fucking huge mental and emotional crisis at hand and standing in the doorway with a small red velvet box (why did the damn things need to be furry anyway? Was there seriously any point to that? How did furry get interpretted as romantic or whatever it was supposed to be?) brandished as though it were an active grenade and he was too stupid to throw it away.
"I have a problem." he announced, taking in her rumpled appearance and then adding a somewhat mumbled "Morning," as an after thought.
For a moment, Jill just stood there, her gaze drifting from Freddy's face to the box he had in his hand and then back again. "Okay," she said, then stepped back from the doorway to let him in. As it was, she couldn't be sure what exactly his problem was, but she figured he'd come to tell her.
Why else would he have been banging on her door like that?
"There's a chair," she said, stifling a yawn. "Sit down and I'll get... something." Times like this, she wished she had alcohol in the hut again. Something that might calm him down.
"Sorry," he said, the realization that he had woken her up, dragged her out of bed and thrown a problem that wasn't her's in her direction, now beginning to dawn on him. But despite some sheepishness, he didn't retreat because this was a geniune problem, and freinds were for pawning your problem off on to. It was in the job description, so he figured she'd deal.
"I'm sorry, but I have an issue." He briefly looked around her hut, trying to remember if he'd ever actually been inside, and grabbed the available chair as passed the small red box from hand to hand.
"I think the island might be trying to really fuck with me, but I'm not completely sure."
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She was in the midst of one of those when the banging woke her up and for a moment, she wasn't even sure where the hell she was. Falling asleep in the lab and the rec room happened more often than falling asleep at home.
"Jesus, just a sec," she mumbled, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she rolled out of the bed. A second later she was framed in the doorway, staring blearily at Freddy. "Morning?" Or maybe it was afternoon. Hell, maybe it was evening.
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"I have a problem." he announced, taking in her rumpled appearance and then adding a somewhat mumbled "Morning," as an after thought.
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Why else would he have been banging on her door like that?
"There's a chair," she said, stifling a yawn. "Sit down and I'll get... something." Times like this, she wished she had alcohol in the hut again. Something that might calm him down.
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"I'm sorry, but I have an issue." He briefly looked around her hut, trying to remember if he'd ever actually been inside, and grabbed the available chair as passed the small red box from hand to hand.
"I think the island might be trying to really fuck with me, but I'm not completely sure."
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