Star Light, Star Bright (REBOOT) // One-On-One // CLOSED

He went back downstairs only to dhress the couch in sheets for her. He was halfway up the stairs when he paused.
"Good night, Abigail," he called quietly, hand hovering over the stair ramp.

"Goodnight," She called after him softly, watching as he went upstairs. She was surprised that he was helping her.

(oh wait she's upstairs if he's in the living room, isn't he?)

(yeah but i took cues from you which were basically that she was staying downstairs)

(No you're right it was my bad, sorry. I'll change it tmr cause I've got to go to sleep right now, goodnight :)

((I'm so sorry, my exams are doing me in))
He headed upstairs with an armful of sheets to freshly dress the bed for her.
"Come on up," he gestured. Within 10 minutes, the bed was made. "So… goodnight, Abigail," he said softly, avoiding meeting her gaze.

(oh me too)

"Goodnight…I guess," She replied softly. She watched as he left. She wasn't able to voice that she was fine sleeping on the couch, so she sat on the edge of the bed."

((it's so exhausting cause everything is focused on the tests, like we're not learning in class anymore but only revising things, so there's not a moment when I'm distracted :'( ))

Blake pattered back down the stairs to the couch. With a long sigh he collapsed onto the couch, shutting his eyes against the strange situation.
Within minutes, he'd fallen asleep.

Parker woke up early the next day. She always woke up with the sun. She pulled out her laptop and started to look up bus routes to where they had to go.

Blake woke only slightly under an hour later. He carefully sat up, his thin blanket sliding onto the floor. Abigail wasn't downstairs yet. With a yawn and a stretch the stumbled to his feet, the situation coming back to him in blurry chunks.

"If we want to go to the Crystal Falls whet fields, then…" Parker thought out loud, her voice low. "Then we'll have to travel through Luxton."

(I'm so sorry!!! I should be back to regular posting now!)
He sighed, walking into a wall as he rubbed at his tired eyes. He let out a yelp, taking a surprised step back.
"Fine," he grumbled to the wall. "I'm awake."

"We could catch a bus or train… But it might be easier if Blake drives. That is, if he wants to."

He went to sit at the kitchen island, continuing to rub his eyes. I guess I should back if we're leaving today. Some nice things, if she's coming. I should probably warn some people I'm leaving for a bit. Gosh, this is ridiculous, riding off to some detective mission. But I mean, they're missing. There's a chance she's right so I've got no choice. Here we go, I guess.

Parker put her head in her hands, eyes closed. She shut her laptop, sliding it back into her backpack. I suppose I should grab some breakfast, shouldn't I? I wonder what Blake has, ingredients wise.

Still lost in thought, Blake started bustling around the kitchen and pulling different cereals and a pan for eggs. Thinking as he went, he set out some plates and set up the flame.

Tying her hair up, Parker pulled on a jumper, jeans and flats. She pulled on her backpack, which held only the bare essentials.

Blake left some eggs frying and jogged up to his room, spotting Abigail up and about already. He came to a slow stop and gave her an awkward wave. "G'morning."

"Morning," Parker replied softly, plopping her bag down on the ground. She still felt like she was intruding into his home, into his life.

Blake blinked slowly, looking around. "So… breakfast is cooking. I just need to get my stuff packed," he told her with an indicative wave to his wardrobe.

"Oh, right," She replied, a little sheepishly. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath, scrunching her eyes..

Heaving a breath of relief, Blake shoved some nearby clothes into a bag and tugged on some comfortable, light clothes to replace his pyjamas. His gaze sweeped the room, and he grabbed another handful or two of possibly useful things: some bandaids, a watch, his compass, a phone charger, a water bottle and his wallet.
Before leaving the room, though, he sat on the bed and fell back against it, shutting his eyes against the situation: when would he next see this room? Knowing Parker, she wouldn't stop until her sisters were found, and G– only knew how long that would take.

Parker sighed, moving to be beside the door. She rested her head on the wall, annoyed with herself.

Blake quickly backed out of the room, shoving all the sentimental feelings far away. He shut the door and looked over at Parker who stood face against the wall. "Alright. Let's get started then."

Parker pushed herself away from the wall, standing straight. She pulled her bag onto her back, both arms in the straps.

In an automatic movement Blake reached for Parker's hand and led her down the stairs to the kitchen where a shriveled, burnt egg lay in the pan.

A pleasant shiver ran down Parker's spine as Blake grabbed it, her cheeks blushing ever so softly. She tried to hold back a laugh when she saw the burnt egg in the pan.

"Right…" Blake sighed disappointedly. After a moment of deliberation, he reached for the pan and slid the egg into the bin, then turning on Parker. " Take away?" he asked apologetically, his light tone echoing the simpler times.

She looked at him, the laughter still in her eyes. "I'd love to get some takeaway," She replied, her voice having remnants of joy. She then realised that her hand was still holding Blake's.