oh wonder ; enzo !

[✨ zozo.]

           

   q u i n n ;

 "these dreams; under my pillow

in the twilight of these white nights. "

She was in a bad mood that morning, though she can't remember what about. By lunchtime she was better, and by the afternoon an almost-angel. But she was bored with being on her best behaviour that hour, bouncing a ball down the paths of the Victor's Village or running after TF until he climbed on the roof, thinking of ways to climb on the roof herself, finding a ladder next door but realising it was too heavy for her to carry, slumping back to their porch to find TF curled up on a chair anyway.

"Mister Tee Eff!" she grumbled, enveloping the old ginger cat into her arms as she mimicked her mother. "You're gonna be the death of me."

The cat squirmed at her touch, promptly  admitted defeat, and purred into Quinn's chest.

"Let's go find... Enzo," Quinn decided, burying her face into the sleepy creature's long fur as they stomped up the wooden stairs. TF was used to the little girl harassing him as much as possible. That was no fun. Enzo was patient enough, but Quinn was in the mood to annoy. If she had to be bored out of her mind til dinner, then everyone else in this house would suffer with her.

"ENZOOOOOO-O-O-O-O!" she bellowed, one arm awkwardly clutching TF - now half-hanging out of her grasp - whilst the other pounded a fist on his door. "I'm booOoooOOooOOoRED-UH!"

The thought occured to her that he might be taking a nap, and then she giggled. "Even better, Mister Tee," she smiled, pleased with the concept of waking him up for no good reason. 

The cat just sighed.

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"ENZOOOOOO-O-O-O-O!" Oh no. I know that sound, it's like, those storm warning sirens you know? Kinda like how you hear a whistle before the hurricane I think- I actually... don't know, I haven't seen a hurricane in a bit actually. 

But that holler, that, my friends, is what we like to call: The Holler. Of a child. Never a good sign, never a good thing, I practically whiplash myself waking up out of bed; no no, I don't even have time to wake up, because she will come, and she will be weird or annoying or both. It's something they don't tell you before sibling boot camp, between having to - fuck I don't know - wake up at six a.m. to help Mace chop wood or go check on Paige's cows because Kieran left to go buy more eggs.

Babies? Terrible! 

I don't think I'm ever havin' kids. Small tip toes, I hear her running her tiny feet up the stairs and thankfully she's still tiny, or I'd have been out of time before I got the chance to wake up. I mean, I may adopt a teen at some point, but small children? Maybe if they don't like with me, sure! I love kids, but like, not house trained ones if that makes sense? 

"I'm booOoooOOooOOoRED-UH!"

"Shit, shit," more so mouthing the words as I slowly draaaaw the closet door back in place and bury myself under layers of loose coats and jeans. Without hesitation, hand over my mouth. I'm pretty good at this! 

[✨ zozo.]

           

   q u i n n ;

 "these dreams; under my pillow

in the twilight of these white nights. "

She thinks she hears something, little ear pressed up to the wooden door with TF still smushed under her armpit, and it's a good enough excuse for her. With a huff and a scrunch of her nose Quinn flings open Enzo's door and barges in like she owns the place. (She does, she'd whine if challenged. She does own this house - or she will one day.)

"ENZO!" she barks, letting TF wriggle his way onto the floor and pick at the rug underneath Enzo's bed. His sheets are messy and his pillow scrunched up like it'd been punched in the face, and she makes a mental note to tell on Mom that he hadn't made his bed.

Freckles and a frown, she begins her hunt underneath the mattress. "Wheeeeeere aaaaaaare yoooooooou?" she sing-songs for her sort-of-brother, pushing strands of red out of her eyes as her head hits the floor with a thunk! No luck underneath his bed. Perhaps-

Not behind the curtain, of which TF begins to shred with his claws, or hidden in his washing basket over-flowing with days-old laundry. "This smells!" Quinn whines, hurling an old shirt back into the wicker-basket. "ENZO!" and she stamps her foot and huffs, impatient in the way only a nine year old could be.

"COME OUT NOW!!!!!"

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