((Sorry, had a busy day))
Coraline stood up when the bell rang, picking up Inky and shouldering her bag, making a beeline to her room and dropping it near the door. She flopped down on the bed, putting her headphones back on and smiling softly, gently petting Inky.
(dw about it)
Simon was jerked awake when the dinner bell rang and it sat up, peering into the mirror and making a halfhearted attempt to fix its hair. It went to dinner and stood in the line for food. Tray retrieved, it sat down, pulling the sesame seeds off the hamburger bun and feeding them to Crispin.
Coraline left Inky on the bed as she got up, heading down for dinner. She hummed to herself, getting her food and going to sit down.
Simon ripped pieces of its bread off, and lined them up in rows of seven, until he had twenty-one pieces, which he ate so that the columns disappeared. Crispin, however, was watching Coraline with his dark eyes.
Coraline quietly dug into her food, glancing behind her when she felt some gaze on her. She blinked, shaking her head at Caspin before turning back to her meal. Weird ass bird…
Crispin squawked angrily at the dismissal, and returned to watch Simon eat, occasionally looking up, compared to Simon, whose gaze was fixed on its food.
Coraline kept her gaze down, ignoring some (not very quiet) whispers from a table over, bitching about who got picked for the quest. She rolled her eyes, going to clear her tray and head back to her room before she lost her cool.
Simon finished its dinner and got into bed, watching Youtube on its laptop until it fell asleep, Crispin watching the door protectively.
Coraline flopped back on her bed, zoning out for a while until sleep took her, Inky curled up on her chest.
Simon got up in the morning, pulling on a maroon, navy blue and tan striped oversized sweater and khaki skinny jeans. “Crispin,” it said. “I am not looking forward to this.”
Coraline rolled out of bed the next morning, pulling on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a Megadeath shirt, sitting down to lace up her combat boots. "I just gotta get through this quest. I'll survive, right?"
Simon made its way to the cafeteria, duffel bag in tow, as well as a pair of hiking boots that it put on in the cafeteria. This done, they sat down with an orange and carefully peeled it, eating each section in four bites.
Coraline headed down to the cafeteria, grabbing a piece of toast to munch on since she wasn't that hungry.
Simon finished its orange and sat down in front of Coraline, rubbing their hands together.
Coraline looked up at him. "Big day." She said flatly, popping the last bit of toast in her mouth.
Simon shrugged. “I guess so.” Crispin hopped up onto the table and inched closer to Coraline.
Coraline looked down at the bird. "Sorry bud, I already ate the toast." She said to Crispin.
Crispin squawked indignantly. "He's offended that you think he only wants food. He wants to be your friend."
Coraline nodded. "I'm sorry, I don't speak bird." She said, trying very hard to keep a straight face. I'm having a conversation with a bird. It's too early for this.
Simon smirked. "So I gathered." Crispin nodded in agreement and pecked at the table.
Coraline glared slightly. "Did I ask you?" She asked sharply.
"No, but I thought I'd give you my opinion anyways. God knows they're better than yours." Simon tipped its head, a slight smile on his face.
"Says who? It's an opinion, dumbass. It's subjective." She rolled her eyes at it. Fuck, and we're leaving today.
"Alright, fine. Then, in my 'subjective' opinion, you are much too defensive."
"And in my subjective opinion, you're a bitch." She retorted, crossing her arms.