straight, whitened teeth nibbled on the inside of belly’s lower lip as she anticipated the completion of the new piece of furniture. it was always the little things, wasn’t it ? a warm summer’s breeze, freshly painted nails, the aroma of a busy kitchen, new furniture built in the middle of the night. she had always been the girl to appreciate life’s trivial offerings, the childlike enthusiasm ever present even into her twenty’s. and deep within that pure heart, that night and its small importance implanted itself. the last rigid screw was set into its place, and all felt right in the world. still sat on the floor, annabelle’s legs continued to knot themselves together, but at the mention of some drugstore hair dye, she stretched her thin legs forward. hopping up, still energetic into the late night, she slapped her hands together, as if it was all her hard work and patience used up, as if she mantled the desk together herself. a hard day’s night.
“ okay ! “ annabelle chimed at jericho’s brilliant idea. she found herself a hair connoisseur; it was the highlight of her mornings. washing, diffusing, styling her long, strawberry-blonde locks was a dash of excitement to start the day, but normally, she left the dying to the professionals. she imagined it may be similar to spreading paint across a page — an absorbent, permanently altered page, that is. she mentally pledged to do her best, to be the best hairdresser for just a few hours. “ sounds like an awful idea, but i don’t see why not ! maybe have some hot cocoa or tea while we wait for it to settle. “ she was pushing the warm refreshments despite the late august heat in seattle, but her stomach called for the soothing warmth. she straightened out her hoodie that dropped just below her pajama shorts; shrugging, it was good enough for her. who could she possibly run into at such a late hour ?
once outside, under the twinkling orbs of space, annebelle kept her purse draped across her shoulder, hands clutching the strap. the darkness of night time felt so peaceful, and the emptiness of the late hour was both lonely and soothing. night time was her favorite — it caused a warm, deserved feeling of solitude within her, but tonight, she neither alone nor warm. actually, the air was slightly cool, without the sun to cast its warmth across the surface. and she ate it right up. “ so orange, huh ? “ smiling, she just barely nudged jericho with her elbow. “ you’re gonna look like a tangerine … kinda makes me want an orange soda. or maybe some skittles. “ her sweet tooth took over her thoughts for a short moment. as her flip-flops clicked gently against the sidewalk, she periodically glanced up towards the sky. “ do you ever think about what it’s like up in space ? “
“--- look,” he began, putting the screwdriver right back into the toolbox -- a neat, handy thing he was gifted by his grandfather a good couple of months ago. he did not think much about it until now; he didn’t even know that he was going to use it as often as he does, but it was an amazing thing to have. truth be told, jericho didn’t care much about appearances, nor did he think much of looking a certain way while doing something, but a box full of fairly decent tools ?? it was making him seem at least a bit more professional, compared to his old ways of putting anything he had in his pockets, or even a fanny pack, back when he was still in college. “how else am i going to pull off looking like android 16, huh ??” he questioned, getting up right after the words left his mouth, “i mean... i am not planning on shaving the sides of my head, so i might as well just get the colour right, no ?? and see ?? there’s some positives to it !! we’ll get that hot cocoa in one way, or another...” jer then trailed off, laughing to himself a little.
jericho wasn’t a night owl, by any means -- he had always preferred the daytime. everything was up and running ever so smoothly, and he could just leave his place and not worry about any stores being closed due to how late it was. it might have been a funny way of thinking, but he knew that he had a point. a weak one, but still. however, the man couldn’t complain -- not when belly was around. she had definitely changed his view on being out when everything else was silent and still; a friend like that ?? a blessing. one of a kind. “why not ?? dragon ball was one of my favourite things to watch when i was younger, and... i don’t think i could rock purple hair like trunks did quite yet -- i’m not even sure if the world would be ready for that, either,” he commented, shrugging ever so fondly. “a tangerine. i’ll take it. but... wait -- i hope you mean the sweetest kind, ‘cause, well... the other ones ?? couldn’t be me.”
he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and shrugged once more, “we should get both -- i feel like we’re going to end up hungry in any time soon,” also, food was always a good idea. he wouldn’t mind spending money on something so small like this -- they might as well make the entire hair dying process even more enjoyable, right ?? “chucking a hard-hitting question at me just like that, huh ??” jericho jested, an amused smile making its way back onto his lips, “--- wouldn’t it be like... extremely loud and quiet at the same time there ?? there’s been a study that proved that planets and other things make so much noise. this makes no sense at all, but i get it... kind of,” he rambled in response. he didn’t think too much of it before, but after being asked, he couldn’t help but wonder what was it really like. “i am sure we are not alone... -- there has to be some kind of life form hiding away in space,” as he continued, his brows furrowed as they always did when he was deep in thoughts -- he barely even noticed they were almost already at their desired destination, “what do you think ?? do tell. you’ve got me thinkin’, it’s only appropriate for me to ask you the same thing.”
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