A Pink Corner House in Bristol, Sunday
Apr. 4th, 2010 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chosehumanityIt was fairly late in the morning, but it was a Sunday and George was still asleep. Mitchell wasn't; he'd woken up fifteen minutes ago to the sound of Annie messing about in the kitchen. Now dressed, he came downstairs, peeking his head through the door.
"I thought you were going to try and sleep," he said, his voice still heavy with the same.
Annie shrugged, messing about with the kettle. "I just sort of... have to work my way up to that," she said, evasively. "Besides, with Kate in the house, it's not like I have a bed. And I'm not sleeping on the sofa, I've seen what you and George eat."
Mitchell sighed, leaning against the doorway. "Maybe we should all go out tonight."
Annie snorted. "She's like what-- fifteen? I heard Americans aren't allowed to drink until they're twenty-five. You've got to be a teacher, Mitchell."
The drain gave a lurch when she tried to turn on the tap. "I'm not saving you if George starts to complain about that again," Mitchell said, shook his head, and wandered back into the living room.
[[ for a kate, if she wishes ]]
"I thought you were going to try and sleep," he said, his voice still heavy with the same.
Annie shrugged, messing about with the kettle. "I just sort of... have to work my way up to that," she said, evasively. "Besides, with Kate in the house, it's not like I have a bed. And I'm not sleeping on the sofa, I've seen what you and George eat."
Mitchell sighed, leaning against the doorway. "Maybe we should all go out tonight."
Annie snorted. "She's like what-- fifteen? I heard Americans aren't allowed to drink until they're twenty-five. You've got to be a teacher, Mitchell."
The drain gave a lurch when she tried to turn on the tap. "I'm not saving you if George starts to complain about that again," Mitchell said, shook his head, and wandered back into the living room.
[[ for a kate, if she wishes ]]
