Rainy days
Continued from Here: With @morsparadisium
The Changeling sat by the windowsill watching the rain. She saw a few dark figures go past the house who either ran for cover or wished to use the hard rain as an opportunity to break into some closed store.
Knapa was glad she was inside. She was tuck to bed, or in this case to windowsill, with a warm blanket and a cup of tea. The girl moved her focus from outside to the book in her hands and then towards the woman who sat comfortably on a couch. She managed to stay still until she had drank her tea but then neither the view nor the dry book could keep the boredom at bay.
Giving a purposefully loud yawn she stretched out, lifting her arms up, and let the book “accidentally” drop from her hand so that it fell on the dusty floor. Knapa looked at Franky with a clearly faked remorse. “I’m bored.” At least it took nearly ten minutes this time so she was getting better at keeping still.
The saint of a brat then moved her arms beneath the blanket and held them there. Knapa had a sly smile before she gazed out again.. And then she bit her lower lip in silence. Her breathing quickened just enough to be noticed.
“I don’t get it how a book tie it all together.”
The loud sound of the book landing on the floor made Franky look up with a raised eyebrow before looking vaguely amused. That saint was such a brat, but cute all the same. For a moment the scientist considered any number of possible reactions before setting her book to the side and rising. “It's a part of the whole warm, relaxed, and comfortable routine.”
With her long legs she didn't have to move much to be next to Knapa and leaned down simply picking up the younger woman. She'd likely kick a bit and fuss but Franky ensured that any kicking would hit either air, or augmented limbs doing no real hurt to her. Ending up back on the sofa she tossed her own blanket over the Changeling giving the girl even more warmth before wiggling in close and picking up a new book.
“Let's see. Perhaps this will hold you attention a bit better. Mhmmrph.” Clearing her throat Franky started to read out loud. 'On that windy fall day Ashley's life would forever change as for the first time she knelt before her Mistress holding up a coil of rope to the muscular woman while bowing her head. Already close to naked except for a lacy pair of red undies she was...' “Where is my tea? This is going to make my voice get dry.”