James sat on the floor of his apartment floor in his boxers. He had a rather nice couch and chairs to sit in, but he was on the damn floor. It was his room mate's doing of course. The damn woman refused to sit on the chairs and couch like a primitive barbarian. She also refused to let him leave the house until she had done the makeup to hide the yellowing bruise on his face.
Merida, his room mate, grumbled around a sucker tucked in between her cheek and teeth. She grabbed him roughly by the ear to pull him back in place. "If you keep pulling away I'll put you on your damn back, sit on your chest, and smother you with my thighs." She sat in front of him in tight fitting shorts and a sports bra, but only an idiot would dare take that sexually. She did appreciate the engagement of banter though.
"You actually need thighs to do that." James sighed and leaned in closer to his room mate. She worked the foundations onto his face with no remorse or care, probably in revenge. It was hard to tell when she was not gentle to begin with, that probably hit too close to the unspoken ban on what should not be joked about ever with her. Her height and her physical build were sore spots.
"Not if I sit on your throat and strangle you, Jimmy~." She said sweetly with a scary sweet smile. He shuddered and clenched his jaw tight. He had definitely poked the sore spot. He wisely chose to shut his mouth and not irritate her further. He HATED that damn nick name and she knew it, bringing it out was the verbal revenge.
He glanced to the family photo Merida had on the table across the room. She was shorter than her twin brother, younger brothers, father, and even her mother, who stood at a dangerous six-one, just a few inches shorter than her husband and elder son. Her mother also had a rather impressive bust and child bearing hips, a hug from her was a risk of being smothered if you were a full foot shorter than her, like Merida. Every one of them, except for Maria, had smears of grease on their faces. They were a family of mechanics with a loving, supporting, beautiful matron.
Merida looked more like a teenage boy, spindly, lithe, and all legs. She had only managed to inherit a tanned skin tone that bordered more on the native american tones of her father than the Egyptian tones of her mother, and her mother's green eyes. She gravitated more to the native american heritage rather than the Egyptian one. She wore a silver wolf necklace and had a few tribal tattoos on her arms and legs. Her black hair was always braided in some fashion, today, it was pulled back behind her in one long thick braid that coiled and bobbed on the floor as her arm moved.
The apartment's decorations were mostly her doing as well, pottery and rugs as well as statuettes and paintings were everywhere. The furniture was his, arranged neatly around a hand carved antique table his father had given him. The two chairs and couch were arranged around it for game nights with several sitting rugs put down for anyone who wanted to sit there, generally just Merida or her younger brothers. There was not much else in the living room that was his. The kitchen was his domain, which Merida was completely banned from if she wasn't getting something from the fridge. She was a terrible cook, try as she might. He had tried teaching her... before she managed to ruin a pan. She had a talent for destroying cookware despite it being near indestructible.
He yelped and followed the tug on his ear back into place. "You're drifting again," Merida growled, "Quit day dreaming and SIT STILL."
He sighed and focused on the intricate patterns on the rug she sat on. "Why are you doing this? I can do it myself."
"And look like a slob throwing it on your face and walking out the door." She set the foundation aside and started working with the concealer.
"I do not look like a slob when I do it!" James protested a bit loudly, earning the 'final warning death glare' early.
"You constantly look like you rolled out of bed and threw on the clothes you wore the previous night. You're going to see the Queen. You need to look presentable."
He frowned at her. He DID brush his hair, thank you very much! He just liked to style it to look like he just got out of bed. It was a legitimate hair style! There was only so much you could do with short hair.
"Besides, I owe you one for doing my hair every day." She sighed, her features easing. "Thank you."
James smiled and glanced up at her from the rug. "You don't have to pay me back for it or constantly thank me. I like having you for a room mate. Can't do that if you get hurt on the job right?"
Merida shrugged and leaned in to blend. "Then you'd have to visit me at home and risk mother smothering you with her boobs when she hugs you."
James shuddered at that. She didn't even yell at him that time. "I'd rather not do that again. Ever."
Merida pat him on the head with her free hand, then reached to grab a sealant. "Deal with it, I grew up with it." She laid down the sealant and stood up. "Okay, that should settle in a few minutes then you can get dressed and not worry about it smearing all over your uniform."
"Thanks again, Merida." James stood up, barely resisted the urge to touch the still drying sealant, and glanced toward her as she stretched. "You sure you're okay alone tonight?"
"I'm an adult and I can handle a night by myself."
"I'm more worried about you burning down the apartment." He rolled his eyes and turned to go down the hall to his room.
"Oh come on! I burn the curtains ONE TIME!-" Her yelling was muffled by the door shutting.
James chuckled to himself, still able to hear the sound of her ranting, though he could not make out the words. That issue was fair game for jokes, and it was always amusing to get her going on it. It only took her a few minutes to burn herself out on it at least, more than long enough to get himself dressed. He took the uniform down from the closet drawer and laid it out on the bed. He poked at his cheek to make sure the makeup was completely dry before he put on a white t-shirt to go under the rest of the uniform. He frowned at the time piece on the wall and dressed quickly. He was definitely almost going to be late. He rushed out of the room in his socks, stopping in the entry. He hopped on one foot while putting the other boot on.
"Slow the fuck down." Merida put her hand on the door to keep it closed.
James frowned down at her. "I'm going to be late, I don't have time to slow down!"
She wiggled a brush in her other hand, "So you're gonna run out with your hair sticking in all directions? To see a monarch?" She raised an eyebrow at him
He sighed and snatched the brush from her. "I'll brush it on the way. Okay?"
"Sure. You'll probably get it all messed up if you brushed it then ran." She stood up and went to the kitchen. "Better get going or you'll be late then." She smirked and grabbed an apple from the counter. "Try not to get messy before you get there. Oh! And don't punch your supervisor. Bring him home with you, so I can punch him."
James rolled his eyes at her, quickly ran the brush through his hair, and stepped out the door. He made it out of the apartment and almost to the car when he slapped his head and turned around. He would have jumped out of his skin if it were possible. Merida popped up like that, just out of no where when she really tried to be quiet. "For fucks sake! Don't do that!" He held a hand over his chest as if it would calm his fluttering heart.
She giggled and held out a white paper bag, the top neatly folded down several times, then clipped down with some fancy ribbons. "Forget something?"
He gently took the bag from her. "Yes," his petulant tone brought a tinge of red to his cheeks. "Thank you."
She laughed and waved a dismissive hand. "Worth it to spook you in public. Go on, get going! And straighten your jacket out!" She turned on her heel and started back inside.
James sighed and glared at the back of her head, straightened out his jacket, and finally got into the car. He programmed in the destination and leaned back in the seat with a sigh, watching the world pass by around him. The car drove itself, following the electromagnetic tracks along the route he programmed in.
He dozed off and on as scenery passed by until finally the car came to a stop outside a towering white structure. He stepped out, straightening his uniform again and checking his hair was presentable in the side mirror, and made his way inside.
Merida, his room mate, grumbled around a sucker tucked in between her cheek and teeth. She grabbed him roughly by the ear to pull him back in place. "If you keep pulling away I'll put you on your damn back, sit on your chest, and smother you with my thighs." She sat in front of him in tight fitting shorts and a sports bra, but only an idiot would dare take that sexually. She did appreciate the engagement of banter though.
"You actually need thighs to do that." James sighed and leaned in closer to his room mate. She worked the foundations onto his face with no remorse or care, probably in revenge. It was hard to tell when she was not gentle to begin with, that probably hit too close to the unspoken ban on what should not be joked about ever with her. Her height and her physical build were sore spots.
"Not if I sit on your throat and strangle you, Jimmy~." She said sweetly with a scary sweet smile. He shuddered and clenched his jaw tight. He had definitely poked the sore spot. He wisely chose to shut his mouth and not irritate her further. He HATED that damn nick name and she knew it, bringing it out was the verbal revenge.
He glanced to the family photo Merida had on the table across the room. She was shorter than her twin brother, younger brothers, father, and even her mother, who stood at a dangerous six-one, just a few inches shorter than her husband and elder son. Her mother also had a rather impressive bust and child bearing hips, a hug from her was a risk of being smothered if you were a full foot shorter than her, like Merida. Every one of them, except for Maria, had smears of grease on their faces. They were a family of mechanics with a loving, supporting, beautiful matron.
Merida looked more like a teenage boy, spindly, lithe, and all legs. She had only managed to inherit a tanned skin tone that bordered more on the native american tones of her father than the Egyptian tones of her mother, and her mother's green eyes. She gravitated more to the native american heritage rather than the Egyptian one. She wore a silver wolf necklace and had a few tribal tattoos on her arms and legs. Her black hair was always braided in some fashion, today, it was pulled back behind her in one long thick braid that coiled and bobbed on the floor as her arm moved.
The apartment's decorations were mostly her doing as well, pottery and rugs as well as statuettes and paintings were everywhere. The furniture was his, arranged neatly around a hand carved antique table his father had given him. The two chairs and couch were arranged around it for game nights with several sitting rugs put down for anyone who wanted to sit there, generally just Merida or her younger brothers. There was not much else in the living room that was his. The kitchen was his domain, which Merida was completely banned from if she wasn't getting something from the fridge. She was a terrible cook, try as she might. He had tried teaching her... before she managed to ruin a pan. She had a talent for destroying cookware despite it being near indestructible.
He yelped and followed the tug on his ear back into place. "You're drifting again," Merida growled, "Quit day dreaming and SIT STILL."
He sighed and focused on the intricate patterns on the rug she sat on. "Why are you doing this? I can do it myself."
"And look like a slob throwing it on your face and walking out the door." She set the foundation aside and started working with the concealer.
"I do not look like a slob when I do it!" James protested a bit loudly, earning the 'final warning death glare' early.
"You constantly look like you rolled out of bed and threw on the clothes you wore the previous night. You're going to see the Queen. You need to look presentable."
He frowned at her. He DID brush his hair, thank you very much! He just liked to style it to look like he just got out of bed. It was a legitimate hair style! There was only so much you could do with short hair.
"Besides, I owe you one for doing my hair every day." She sighed, her features easing. "Thank you."
James smiled and glanced up at her from the rug. "You don't have to pay me back for it or constantly thank me. I like having you for a room mate. Can't do that if you get hurt on the job right?"
Merida shrugged and leaned in to blend. "Then you'd have to visit me at home and risk mother smothering you with her boobs when she hugs you."
James shuddered at that. She didn't even yell at him that time. "I'd rather not do that again. Ever."
Merida pat him on the head with her free hand, then reached to grab a sealant. "Deal with it, I grew up with it." She laid down the sealant and stood up. "Okay, that should settle in a few minutes then you can get dressed and not worry about it smearing all over your uniform."
"Thanks again, Merida." James stood up, barely resisted the urge to touch the still drying sealant, and glanced toward her as she stretched. "You sure you're okay alone tonight?"
"I'm an adult and I can handle a night by myself."
"I'm more worried about you burning down the apartment." He rolled his eyes and turned to go down the hall to his room.
"Oh come on! I burn the curtains ONE TIME!-" Her yelling was muffled by the door shutting.
James chuckled to himself, still able to hear the sound of her ranting, though he could not make out the words. That issue was fair game for jokes, and it was always amusing to get her going on it. It only took her a few minutes to burn herself out on it at least, more than long enough to get himself dressed. He took the uniform down from the closet drawer and laid it out on the bed. He poked at his cheek to make sure the makeup was completely dry before he put on a white t-shirt to go under the rest of the uniform. He frowned at the time piece on the wall and dressed quickly. He was definitely almost going to be late. He rushed out of the room in his socks, stopping in the entry. He hopped on one foot while putting the other boot on.
"Slow the fuck down." Merida put her hand on the door to keep it closed.
James frowned down at her. "I'm going to be late, I don't have time to slow down!"
She wiggled a brush in her other hand, "So you're gonna run out with your hair sticking in all directions? To see a monarch?" She raised an eyebrow at him
He sighed and snatched the brush from her. "I'll brush it on the way. Okay?"
"Sure. You'll probably get it all messed up if you brushed it then ran." She stood up and went to the kitchen. "Better get going or you'll be late then." She smirked and grabbed an apple from the counter. "Try not to get messy before you get there. Oh! And don't punch your supervisor. Bring him home with you, so I can punch him."
James rolled his eyes at her, quickly ran the brush through his hair, and stepped out the door. He made it out of the apartment and almost to the car when he slapped his head and turned around. He would have jumped out of his skin if it were possible. Merida popped up like that, just out of no where when she really tried to be quiet. "For fucks sake! Don't do that!" He held a hand over his chest as if it would calm his fluttering heart.
She giggled and held out a white paper bag, the top neatly folded down several times, then clipped down with some fancy ribbons. "Forget something?"
He gently took the bag from her. "Yes," his petulant tone brought a tinge of red to his cheeks. "Thank you."
She laughed and waved a dismissive hand. "Worth it to spook you in public. Go on, get going! And straighten your jacket out!" She turned on her heel and started back inside.
James sighed and glared at the back of her head, straightened out his jacket, and finally got into the car. He programmed in the destination and leaned back in the seat with a sigh, watching the world pass by around him. The car drove itself, following the electromagnetic tracks along the route he programmed in.
He dozed off and on as scenery passed by until finally the car came to a stop outside a towering white structure. He stepped out, straightening his uniform again and checking his hair was presentable in the side mirror, and made his way inside.