Post by Lisa Baker on Nov 20, 2008 22:10:05 GMT 7
To: 07651856613
From: 09835184023
Considering she and Felix hadn't spoken in a good few months, these weren't exactly the circumstances Lisa had envisioned the belated contact taking. For one thing, until half an hour ago the redhead had harvested no intentions upon making
the first move; unexpected phonecalls from mothers whom you retain no memory of ever giving your phone number to would have that effect on most people, most likely. Especially when they involve RSVPs for Christmas dinner with someone who is legally dead.
Lisa ran a hand through her short ginger hair, finding a red feather apparantly still there from the heist of the night before still tied into the back of her early morning fuzz, and ran her thumb over the keys of the cordless phone in her hand. A lot of things were keeping Lisa Baker from pressing the quick and easy speed-dial, and not all of them were negative. Love-hate relationships are difficult like that - incredibly so if both you and your best friend make up the members of said relationship and are rival renegade Modern day Robin Hoods.
Which is hardly a sitation many people are likely to find themselves in. But then again, Oliver "Felix" Evans and Lisa Baker aren't many people. The cornerstone of thier life together was effectively a fork and a supposedly coincidential placing in the same primary school classes for seven years, which says it all. There were more of these thoughts richochetting off of the walls of Lisa's brain, but she was rarely the kind of reminisce, especially in any kind of emotional state. Eve drunk her actions spun a little more in the other direction (despite her inhibitions going belly up... no pun intended).
Picking up the large Tigger-shaped mug of the industrial strength coffee resting on what passed for a kitchen table top in her small apartment, Lisa slammed her thumb down into the large black and white number five button on her phone, and slid it between her ear and shoulder. She rolled her eyes heavenward as she took a long chug of the coffee, crossed the room to add more sugar to the instant, and waited for her favourite worst nightmare to drag himself out of bed and pick up the phone.
If anything, the consolation prize to this call was that Felix enjoyed early mornings just as much as she did! And now to have the first word.
"Your mum called and asked if I was coming around for Christmas dinner this year."
From: 09835184023
Considering she and Felix hadn't spoken in a good few months, these weren't exactly the circumstances Lisa had envisioned the belated contact taking. For one thing, until half an hour ago the redhead had harvested no intentions upon making
the first move; unexpected phonecalls from mothers whom you retain no memory of ever giving your phone number to would have that effect on most people, most likely. Especially when they involve RSVPs for Christmas dinner with someone who is legally dead.
Lisa ran a hand through her short ginger hair, finding a red feather apparantly still there from the heist of the night before still tied into the back of her early morning fuzz, and ran her thumb over the keys of the cordless phone in her hand. A lot of things were keeping Lisa Baker from pressing the quick and easy speed-dial, and not all of them were negative. Love-hate relationships are difficult like that - incredibly so if both you and your best friend make up the members of said relationship and are rival renegade Modern day Robin Hoods.
Which is hardly a sitation many people are likely to find themselves in. But then again, Oliver "Felix" Evans and Lisa Baker aren't many people. The cornerstone of thier life together was effectively a fork and a supposedly coincidential placing in the same primary school classes for seven years, which says it all. There were more of these thoughts richochetting off of the walls of Lisa's brain, but she was rarely the kind of reminisce, especially in any kind of emotional state. Eve drunk her actions spun a little more in the other direction (despite her inhibitions going belly up... no pun intended).
Picking up the large Tigger-shaped mug of the industrial strength coffee resting on what passed for a kitchen table top in her small apartment, Lisa slammed her thumb down into the large black and white number five button on her phone, and slid it between her ear and shoulder. She rolled her eyes heavenward as she took a long chug of the coffee, crossed the room to add more sugar to the instant, and waited for her favourite worst nightmare to drag himself out of bed and pick up the phone.
If anything, the consolation prize to this call was that Felix enjoyed early mornings just as much as she did! And now to have the first word.
"Your mum called and asked if I was coming around for Christmas dinner this year."