“Then shut up and go to sleep.” She rolls her eyes before waving the dogs out of the room. “I’ll be downstairs. If you need me then just text me or something.” With a sigh, she leaves the room. Maybe she’ll steal his credit card and do some online shopping or something. That could be fun.
"Yea. Bring up my wallet, will you? I need to do… do stuff." As if he could read her mind, mostly out of distrust of her poor judgements, he wanted his personals up with him, or he would personally get up and steal them from her cold, dead hands. He grabbed the remote and turned on his TV.
“I’m not your servant.” She scowls, leaving the room. If he wants his wallet then he can get it himself. Until then, that credit card is hers. She heads down the stairs and swipes his wallet off of the table. Grabbing the laptop, she flops down on the couch. Time for fun.
Cameron growled faintly and stood. He grabbed the empty cup for a refill and carefully made his way down the steps with Lily next to him as her laptop came on. Holding a cup in one hand and an engraged expression on his face, he snatched his small leather wallet from her with the grace of a ballerina.
"I know I can't trust you. Make your own damn money, Ava." He shoved the wallet into his pocket and limped off.
Ava hums quietly as she pulls up a website. She may as well get some Christmas shopping done. When Cameron so rudely rips the wallet out of her hands, she doesn’t even protest. “I have my own money, you prick! Hell, I have more than you do.” She glares at him. “I just don’t have my own credit card.”
"Get one!" He snapped over his shoulder, delicately shoving his wallet into his pocket as he filled up his cup of water. What was the point of quarantining him when he had to go downstairs to get his wallet from her? He crossed the kitchen, grabbing a couple snacks and beef jerky sticks to convince the dogs to stay with him for a good portion of the day. It'd be a good snuggle party.
“I’m dead!” She exclaims, flipping him off. And to think that she was actually going to buy him a present. She hops off of the couch and closes the laptop. “Kreja! We’re going home!” She calls to the dog. There’s no way in hell she’s going to be stuck in the house all day. She grabs the leash and clips into onto the dog’s collar before pulling on her coat and boots.
"Yeah you're dead yet you still allow yourself to be seen in public. Real smart move," He grumbled under his breath, as he plopped down on the couch now that she had moved. He set his snacks and cup down, grabbing the computer and turning it on. He listened as Kreja and Lily ran down the steps, the latter whining softly at Ava's words. The bigger dog didn't want her friend to leave.
“Don’t be a dick, Cameron. I’ll have you know that I’m always careful in public. Having a credit card is just too easy to trace. You’re the one who ones a business and yet still decides to run around at night killing people.” She glances over to Lily and sighs. “I would like you go but your owner is a big asshole so I doubt that he’ll let you go,” She tells the dog, briefly petting her on the head.
"If you're planning on leaving and never coming back, don't take my dog. If you're coming back, you can take her, just make sure you clean up after her," He answered, ignoring her comment once again, begrudgingly pulling up the billing information website-thing.
Lily snuffled Ava's hand, then meandered over to the closet, nosing it open and grabbing out her leash, wagging her tail.
“Why would I leave forever? You’re such a delight to be around,” She says sarcastically. Damnit if she just doesn’t want to stab him right now. “Come on, Lily, I don’t want his negative attitude to rub off on you.” After gathering a few items, she clips on Lily’s leash. “I’ll be back eventually. Don’t call me and don’t text me.” With that, she throws open the front door and steps outside.
(Skip?)
(Yep! When to?)
(When she gets back?)
(Yeah, that’ll work)
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(Sure!)
(.p.)
Camerom had gone to bed rather early after a long day of doing adult things and keeping his house in working, living conditions. He abided by Ava's rules and just made dinner for her, in case she decided to come back or didn't die. It was still on the stove in the pan, so if she came home ridiculously late, it'd be cold and that would be, quite frankly, her fault. But it was around ten or eleven-o'-clock that he fell asleep, barely turning off the light and setting the book he was reading down before dropping into slumber. Was he worried in those few moments of his conciousness becoming unconsciousness? Nope.
Ava steps into the house, the dog leashes in one hand and a few bags in the other. Without making a second, she unclips the leashes, hangs them up, and sets the bags on the kitchen counter. She had gone to the library tower and drank some old whiskey before wandering around town and buying a bunch a shit. Most of it is for the dogs but there are some items in there for her and a couple of things for Cameron. She’s still trying to decide if she should give any of it to him or not. With a sigh, she wanders into the kitchen and looks around for something to eat. Much to her delight and relief, there’s some food on the stove in a pan. It must have been left out for her. Damnit. It’s a nice gesture and she hates him for it. After quickly eating her meal, she sneaks upstairs and drops a bag off by Cameron’s bedroom door. There’s not much in it, just a sweatshirt, a pair of slippers, a little glass blown Saint Bernard trinket, some candy, and a new pocket knife. She slips into her room and waits to see if it’ll just be her and Kreja tonight or if Lily will be joining them.
The door to Cameron's room was shut, and the room was quiet as he slept, literally almost unconcious. Lily had enjoyed her extended stay outside the house, but was desperate for somewhere to sleep. She followed Kreja up the steps and waited for an invitation to her bed, sniffing the sheets before hopping up and snuggling into Kreja with a slow, doggy sigh. Her tail wagged a couple times against the bed as her already droopy eyes drooped down completely. It had been an exhausting walk and stay outside for the large dog.
(Should we maybe skip to the morning?)
(Oh, sure!)
(We don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just figured that since they’re both in bed….)
(Well yea lol dw, I'm on board!)
(Okay, great! Do you wanna start or should I?)