the magic — w. louella
louellabegay
The day had been exceptionally long for Louella as well. Between sleeping late and waking earlier than usual, Louella was half-asleep for the entirety of the day. Her reactions were sluggish, her thoughts distorted, and she could recognize that the bags under her eyes had only gotten worse; and to think she’d clung desperately to the myth of better sleep once she’d graduate. Graduation didn’t lessen the number of fights she’d get into either – nursing new bruises along her jaw and some dancing dangerously to being a black eye.
“You look like a dog.” She decided, still blinking at the situation in front of her before a sigh was pressured out from her lips. Her eyes travelled upwards as the realization only really crossed her mind this time around. “A little.” She echoed, pursing her lips as she appeared almost muffled by the silent words of the conversation while she struggled. Luckily, she knew her way around the apartment by now to shift towards and focus her attention on the vinyl and turning off the turntable. She had expected to just come home and nurse her wounds, but with the click to end the shrieking, she recognized otherwise.
A short glance over her shoulder dispelled her hope that he had put something on. Of course, she should have known – having not heard the slosh of the room temperature water that had pruned his feet. “Your tits are still out.” She chimed, not quite sure how to go about as she glided towards the tiny kitchen to make herself an ice pack. Dealing with him could wait a minute or so despite concerned for how long he’d taken refugee on the couch – especially when he still had his bed. Yet, she’d be ready to nurse him if he couldn’t do it himself in this state.“Have you eaten anything?” She called, “How was your day?”
"I look wet, woman, but I told you I wouldn't do mushrooms anywhere else but in my room, I stick to my word," or at least he thought he promised her that. Something on those lines seemed to have happened in his mind, anyway. "It was just a few pot brownies mom made for me, quite good actually... sorry I ate them all, though, I got hungry," Isidore kept on smiling, even though his mind and mouth seemed to be in different speeds. A weird sensation, one might say, but Izzy found it funny for a reason he wasn't quite sure yet. Probably the same one that made him take all that time to realize, as he watched her turn off the turntable, Louella looked like crap herself.
"Yeah... sorry about that too. Time tricked me," he took a deep breath, red eyes wandering the couch until he found the blanket he usually left there to cover his torso. One improvised poncho later, he looked back at her and her ice pack. "You look like a truck ran over you, sit down and stop worrying about me. My indecent parts are covered and I'll get to the eating thing in a bit, for now, let me give you a foot massage, come on," Isidore showed her the seat next to him as he took his feet out of the bucket. They could dry naturally for the moment.
"My day was weird as fuck. I left home early to go for a run in the park before morning classes as usual, but I met this girl there and the matrix slipped. I got that feeling of knowing her from somewhere, I don't know, but I couldn't remember. She was familiar, but I couldn't quite say why. After that, I got home and mom was waiting me downstairs with the brownies, which I left here and went on to work. But I couldn't stop thinking about that girl and the weird matrix thingy, almost dropped Sophia in the new pas de deux we're practicing, and she yelled at me for half the afternoon. So I came home, got a nice ice bucket for my feet, salonpas for the rest of my body and ate all of my mom's brownies with a Jimi Hendrix soundtrack. I decided I don't like Sophia, by the way... I'm gonna tell her that next time. Screaming people gives me the nerves, you know?" Izzy finished, taking a proud deep breath as to signalized he was done talking. It felt as though that piece took an hour to end. "What about you? Beat the shit out of anyone today?"
