"We've been driving for an hour-and-a-half, maybe we could take a quick stop at a gas station.. You look pretty tired.."
"We have another hour of driving. I can take a break once we get there."
"I can drive, too.."
"It's fine."
"okay..."
It was quiet. Not much to see, only highway. Wasn't much to hear either, only the quiet sounds from the AUX. A relaxing melody covering over the sounds of heavy drumming, guitar, and inaudible growls, the typical music the brunette would listen to.
(I wonder what the plan is.. She only brought about 10% of everything we owned.."
Due to the lack of conversation, the black-haired woman was left with only her thoughts to entertain herself
(She must be struggling.. Her arm is still recovering.. the stress about money.. me... God.. I'll have to do something..)
For a short moment, her eyes darted from the window, and to the woman, who seemed to keep her eyes focused on the road.
(You could use some rest... Maybe I'll just force you to stay in bed with me for the entirety of tomorrow..)
"i love you.."
She mumbled quietly, but after getting no response, she returned to the window, staring out.
(Yeah.. I'll do that! It'll just be us cuddling!)
***
The drive was long. Almost felt like an eternity when there was no conversation or even acknowledging the other, but eventually, the car stopped, parking on the side of the road, leaving just enough space for a large car to drive.
"This is certainly... a place to live.."
The pale woman commented, getting out of the car and stretching her legs.
It was very.. City-like. Large apartment buildings around, blocking the sunlight from properly shining through. The sidewalks were empty, only the occasionally car parked beside it, just like they were. Dirty, trash scattered around everywhere, not to even mention the scent of urine in the air.
"Yup.. I'd definitely get raped if I walked here at night alone.."
"It's perfect."
The tan woman stated, opening the trunk of the car.
"Come on, let's carry our things inside."
They managed to empty their car in one singular walk. Their belongings packed into bags and suitcases that made them easy to move around, all it took was strapping four bags to Kiroku's body and making her carry a box, and Yumi had the arms for the rest, including the closing and locking of the car, and the act of unlocking and opening the front door to their new home.
First floor, room 12.
Very first impression, the apartment smelt like vomit. Walls made of old, rotten wood, spiderwebs the size of a foot hanging from the ceiling and each corner, more than likely carrying an entire generation of eight legged creatures. The floor was no better. Coated in a thick layer of dust. Some parts had small gaps in the wood, revealing the dirt beneath. The other parts were either smelling like urine, or of cigarettes.
Three rooms total.
A bedroom - Small, horrible condition. A bed with a rusty, metal case, and no mattress. A small white drawer that has been tagged various phrases. And a nightstand that barely fit a lamp, but the lamp however... Broken. Lampshade tore off and the lightbulb shattered.
The kitchen - The only decent place in the house. Connects to the living room to make one medium large room. There were the basic needs of a kitchen: Stove, refrigerator, kettle, and a microwave. The living room part however, nothing left. Merely a large empty area of nothingness.
The bathroom - The horrendous scents were at their worst. The toilet seat was up, revealing a thin layer of.. something. It looked like something old, that had slowly been eaten by mold. The sink was the same, and the shower... Even worse. The amount of abuse that shower must have gotten...
"So, what'cha thinking?"
They had finished their tour. Now standing in what would be the living room.
"it's.. nice..."
To even think this was ever considered a home. You would need to be from the medieval times if this was to be considered to have even the smallest kind of quality.
"It has potential."
Just as those words escaped the tan woman's lips. Arms wrapped around the pale lady, and she was brought backwards, held against the chest of the other.
"I have to leave for an hour, perhaps two."
"How about you give the place some.."
"Feminine touches while I'm gone?"
"Where are you going? And what do you mean..?"
Clearly confused. The playful, sultry even, tone. It was a complete 180 from the tired, cold one she had gotten used to throughout the week.
"Just to do some stuff."
"All our things are here. You could organize them however you please."
"uhmm... sure..."
"Oh, and also..."
A tan hand gently moved towards a pale neck, warm fingers running against the chin.
"How about you set up the cameras? I am in the mood for a.. filming.."
"S-sure!"
(What's going on?! Why's she acting like this all of a sudden?!)
"Thank you, dear."
"You're the best little girl ever."
After leaving a kiss of surprising passion on the cheek of the lady, she pulled away, simply to approach the front door and leave, saying not a single word more once the door was slammed shut.
"..."
She held her cheek. Legs weak and guard completely shattered.
(she used a sexy voice to get what she wanted...)
(that's a clear sign of manipulation..)
(But that really turned me on..)
(I'm a mess...)
(I'm..)
(Her..)
(mess...)