Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, Sunday Evening

[justwantsquiet]

Sookie had spent the day trying to study -- sure, she'd only been in school for two weeks, but she had an exam on the Age of Jackson on Tuesday and let's be real, that was not one of the more interesting times in America's young life. But she'd been doing her work and dutifully highlighting, and now, she was looking forward to just stretching out

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[longislandiceme]

Bobby, meanwhile, had been downstairs going over the school's account books (free of charge, of course, because why should a school run by a millionaire have to pay someone who was still technically just a student to do their books for them?), and so had missed out on the cause for Sookie's annoyance.

"Honey, I'm hooooome!" he announced cheerfully. Never mind that neither of them had left the grounds today.

[justwantsquiet]

"Hey," Sookie said, somewhat less effusively as she gingerly knelt down and plucked up the offending pair of socks from the floor and walked over to the hamper with them, exaggerating her movements. "Did you have fun with math?"

She'd hope maybe he'd just get the fact she was irritated on his own, yes. Silly Sookie.

[longislandiceme]

"Don't I always?" Bobby asked. Her movements gave him pause, yes, but probably not for the reason she'd hoped.

"Are you okay?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. "You seem a little, uh-" Maybe she'd been training in the Danger Room?

[justwantsquiet]

"A little what?" Sookie asked, tilting her head at him. "A little annoyed? Because I spent all day studying and hey, what would I want more to do than to pick up after guy who's had roughly two decades to learn where his dirty socks go. So that would be accurate, if that's what you were going to say."