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sunday morning coming down / koi+ev blitz
Sept 16, 2017 18:07:10 GMT -5
Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Sept 16, 2017 18:07:10 GMT -5
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The morning was so full of promise that Koi had barely been able sleep through its early hours, as the first wispy sunbeams fell through the open blinds onto his eyelids. The thought had dawned on him as he was falling asleep the night before, and as he’d drifted off the idea had cemented itself in his to-do list. Already he was halfway to Evelyn’s ship, dressed in a white button-down and some khaki slacks like he was heading to a wedding. No, they were going to breakfast.
There’d been no prior go-ahead from Evelyn, but their last escapade had involved her climbing through his window and dragging him out of bed into the ocean. Koi figured this would at least make them even. She might even think it was funny, the two of them going out like this. It would be odd, the domesticity of it. As he walked he was close to laughing out loud at the thought of him in his church clothes, her in, well, whatever she was wearing, not diving off cliffs or breaking into a house or sneaking out late, but just sitting and eating some eggs.
He was close to something else, too. Excitement, with a chance of nervousness, read his internal weather report. Lately thoughts about Evelyn, as well as some abstract feelings, had spread through his mind like a creeping fog. Sometimes objects like his watch or his drawings would remind him of her, and he’d feel a tug in his chest, like he was missing something. At first she had seemed like trouble, but Koi found himself drawn to her like opposite magnetic poles. He’d been so comfortable with her in the rowboat that night, way out in the sea, drunk off his mind, his words a stream of thought. Well, so comfortable that he’d fallen asleep. Still, he had to wonder—if they were in public, would she still feel comfortable next to him?
Koi didn’t wonder too much; there was only one answer he wanted to consider.
When the ship came into view, he jogged eagerly towards it in his dress shoes. Its hull towered over him—it was smaller than his house, but it felt bigger for some reason. A lighthearted embarrassment flushed his cheeks as he jogged back and forth along the dock, unable to determine where it was best to knock. Thankfully, up in the rigging, he saw a flash of red. He stepped back to get a better look, and sure enough it was her, doing some kind of thing that people do on ships.
“Hey! Evelyn!” He hollered up at her, giddy, waving his arms. “Heeeyyyy! Heeeeeeeeyyyyy! Evelyn! Come down here and go to breakfast with me!”
The morning was so full of promise that Koi had barely been able sleep through its early hours, as the first wispy sunbeams fell through the open blinds onto his eyelids. The thought had dawned on him as he was falling asleep the night before, and as he’d drifted off the idea had cemented itself in his to-do list. Already he was halfway to Evelyn’s ship, dressed in a white button-down and some khaki slacks like he was heading to a wedding. No, they were going to breakfast.
There’d been no prior go-ahead from Evelyn, but their last escapade had involved her climbing through his window and dragging him out of bed into the ocean. Koi figured this would at least make them even. She might even think it was funny, the two of them going out like this. It would be odd, the domesticity of it. As he walked he was close to laughing out loud at the thought of him in his church clothes, her in, well, whatever she was wearing, not diving off cliffs or breaking into a house or sneaking out late, but just sitting and eating some eggs.
He was close to something else, too. Excitement, with a chance of nervousness, read his internal weather report. Lately thoughts about Evelyn, as well as some abstract feelings, had spread through his mind like a creeping fog. Sometimes objects like his watch or his drawings would remind him of her, and he’d feel a tug in his chest, like he was missing something. At first she had seemed like trouble, but Koi found himself drawn to her like opposite magnetic poles. He’d been so comfortable with her in the rowboat that night, way out in the sea, drunk off his mind, his words a stream of thought. Well, so comfortable that he’d fallen asleep. Still, he had to wonder—if they were in public, would she still feel comfortable next to him?
Koi didn’t wonder too much; there was only one answer he wanted to consider.
When the ship came into view, he jogged eagerly towards it in his dress shoes. Its hull towered over him—it was smaller than his house, but it felt bigger for some reason. A lighthearted embarrassment flushed his cheeks as he jogged back and forth along the dock, unable to determine where it was best to knock. Thankfully, up in the rigging, he saw a flash of red. He stepped back to get a better look, and sure enough it was her, doing some kind of thing that people do on ships.
“Hey! Evelyn!” He hollered up at her, giddy, waving his arms. “Heeeyyyy! Heeeeeeeeyyyyy! Evelyn! Come down here and go to breakfast with me!”
