mitochondriaaya: (Young Aya: Aya)
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Aya looked at the small vacation cottage and hefted her suitcase up onto the curb. This was going to be 'home' for at least six months. Possibly nine? She couldn't remember all the factors for extending the job. Regardless, this cottage was smaller than their apartment back home! At least it was warm here. Early spring in New York wasn't so much...

Her suitcase she dragged into the small living room along with the thick quilt. Her dad was already fussing with the smaller of the two bedrooms, getting it ready to be a dark room. The photos were important. This was a high paying job, so the dark room had to be ready as soon as possible! She understood that, so, she stayed out of the way by unpacking the rest of the car.

Well, unpacking what she could lift. Or kick out of the side door, if it wasn't fragile. She might be an unconventional little girl, but she was a very determined one!

She was also a rather enthusiastic singer. She'd figured out how to keep the car radio on while she worked. Hopefully the new neighbors were at work or something.

Date: 2009-03-06 05:39 pm (UTC)
sliceitwithwind: (Dilan)
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Dilan grins and flops back to poke at other things in the pool. "You're cool, Aya."

Date: 2009-03-06 05:46 pm (UTC)
sliceitwithwind: (Dilan)
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"Wah-oh." Dilan puts his finger under the tentacle and attempts to convince it to let go of her ear, "Ears are sensitive, little guy."

Date: 2009-03-18 12:45 am (UTC)
sliceitwithwind: (Default)
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"Uh huh. Um. Fish, I think. Probably best to let him catch his own fish." Dilan says slowly, frowning a little.

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