Just a quiet day

[mitochondriaaya]

She wouldn't call herself a private person. The boys were in and out of her place as a matter of course, she could walk naked down the street and (probably) not blush, and she would answer any question put to her. No, she wasn't private she was...quiet. Very quiet.

She liked having someplace she could retreat to. A way to lock out the world sometimes and ignore things. She liked having a home. Yes, she was sheriff, but the precinct boys damn well knew to call her if they needed her. They didn't just show up. Not after the last time they thought it'd be cute and ended up going over her porch railing into the salt marsh below.

Today was a quiet day. She'd wrapped up in a big, warm sweater when she woke up to the rain pelting the waves. She had the radio on low and she was reading. Catching up on her reading was a guilty pleasure when she had paperwork to do but...today called for ghost stories. She hadn't even washed her breakfast dishes yet, just stretched out on the counter with her book and let time pass.

Pierce, Ben, and Danny would be by later for dinner and old movies...but she had hours until then. She'd think of what to feed them later.

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[sliceitwithwind]

Knock, knock. "Hey, Aya. Was going to head out and pick up some Cat toys, wanted to know if you wanted to come with?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's open" she called automatically at the knocking. At the question though, she lifted her head from the bread box and settled her book on her chest "What? Didn't you already clean out the pet store? Did a new place open?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I did not already clean out the pet store." he says, sniffing, "Mostly she's out of catnip."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You really should consider growing that stuff, as quickly as you go through it." she teased, then glanced around the counter for something to use as a bookmark. "You almost cleaned out the pet store. Admit it."

[sliceitwithwind]

"...Only the cat section. And I would, but she gorges if it's in the yard. Come on, human. Lets go." He offers his hands for her to hop down with help.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I've offered to help you build a greenhouse. Many times. I just think you like her stoned." Aya laughed, finally giving up and tucking a knife from the wooden block in her book. "Sure, rub it in." she wrinkled her nose at him but accepted the 'help'.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Pretty much, yeah. Also I really worry about that much glass in a place that gets storms this heavy." he sets her down with a gentle hug and grins.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Plexiglass" she pointed out. "They build them out of plexiglass usually." her return hug was warm and fuzzy due to the sweater, but soon enough she was digging in the closet for her rain coat.

"You had to pick the day the fall rain started didn't you?!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Meh. Too much work. Of course I did, pretty soon I'm going to get sick again, and I don't want to waste any moment."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And people laugh when I say you boys don't rule the world due to laziness..." she teased from the hall closet. Aha! Rain slicker! "Hmmm. You going to be here or is Ansem shipping you off somewhere again?" she asked, switching the teasing for worry. She didn't like when she couldn't deliver the moogle to a comatose Dilan.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I should be here." Dilan says, "After last year's rather dramatic passing out in front of a room full of scientists in the middle of a presentation it was decided - Braig and Al yelled a lot - that I could stay home when it's getting close to the sick time."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh good" she sighed "That keeps me from yelling." the boys were much better at it anyway. Though she's rather certain Ansem would be a little bemused by an Aya in his office?

"Damn transcontinental flights were booked..." she muttered darkly, holding up the door back into the storm.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Hey, I lived." he wraps his arm around her shoulders and tugs her close.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I am allowed to worry." she stated with as much dignity as she could muster. "Hell, I've been there every time you go unconscious since I was six and I still worry." stupid, pointless, but she was desperately afraid that she would lose people one of these days...

Her arm slipped around his waist in easy familiarity (plus he made a really good anchor against the wind). "So, catnip. Anything else we're on the lookout for?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know, sweetheart. And I'll reassure you every time." he squeezes her again, "Nah, not really. Anything you've procrastinated on?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Better" she grumbled at him, only kind of threatening. "Hmmm...dishes this morning, finishing the tile in the second bathroom, and taking a hammer to that stupid pointless wall between the kitchen and dining room?" the ongoing projects really.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I can help with the wall." Dilan says simply, "If you're willing to let me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...you're a bad influence on my lazy days." she teased as she thought over her response. One the one hand: time with Dilan. On the other: laaaazy.

Was there really any contest? "I think I've an extra sledge."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know. You need Braig for the lazy days." he leaned over to kiss the top of her hair, "Or you could be in charge of debris moving while I sledge the wall."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Eh, Braig doesn't show up as often..." she admitted. "So I have to stop being lazy to go see him anyway." she laughed.

"You just want a chance to show off." she teased. "How about I move debris while you do low bits...then I climb a ladder for the higher stuff and you move debris for that?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"No, I just hate hauling debris." he argues, sticking his tongue out, "But if I gotta, I gotta."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Fine, fine" she rolled her eyes under the hood of her coat "I can do that. You'll actually get through it all before I have to figure out dinner anyway."

[sliceitwithwind]

"It's a species thing." he points out cheerfully, "And I won't ask you to feed me, even. You can have your evening with the guys without me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dilan..." she sighed very, very patiently "...I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that m'kay?" she bumped her hip against him as they walked. "Though if you insist, I may get violent."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You would, too." he agrees happily, "Violent monkey."