Mara Kincaide (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _mazikeen_) wrote,@ 2008-07-07 12:18:00 |
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Lilith figured if the key worked, it was still her mother's place. If it didn't, well, she'd go find her father. Or Brian. Or even Brice.
There was a satisfying 'snick' as the lock released. She smiled and pushed open the door, closed it softly and looked around.
"Huh. Guess this was before her minimalist phase," she said. She stuck the key back in her pocket, gathered her blue hair up in a messy bun and headed for the kitchen. One thing was sure not to have changed: Her mother was a bitch before her first cup of caffeine.
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Mara woke to the smell of brewing coffee and frowned. She rolled out of bed, grabbed her robe and knife from under her bed and headed for the kitchen.
"Explain now," she growled to the young woman perched on the counter, drinking a cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine. The woman simply looked at the knife, cocked her head and pointed to another cup waiting on the counter.
"It's a seven, mom, drink your coffee first."
"MOM?" She carefully set down the knife and headed toward the coffee pot. This was going to take more than one cup.