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The day had actually progressed quite well even with the earlier "encounter". Zoey had actually found a deck of cards in one of the drawers, after having set the finally calmed witch down by the table and gotten on the opposite side, she shortly starting to deal the cards.
Due to her late father she knew quite a few card games and was pretty confident that Angel could learn about them too.
At first, Angel only stared at the cards blankly, confused even. Zoey actually having to come up with a good and "elegant..." way for the witch to hold them between her long clawed fingers. Soothingly she explained each and every card with a undying patience, really wanting Angel to relearn about human things. Maybe it would even bring her closer to becoming one?
They both had quite a lot of fun during Angel's learning, and nightfall could clearly be seen outside the apartment window as they had kept at it for quite some time, managing to play a few games and allow Angel to learn a bit of the rules of a few specific games.
"It's time for bed." Zoey called out gently, almost feeling like a mother the way she spoke sometimes to the witch, stretching her arms above her, leaving the cards on the table after a small game.
Zoey stood up and got over to Angel, helping her up on her feet as she brought the drowsy witch over to her bedroom. Angel had been learning lots today and Zoey was actually really proud of her, kissing her cheek before laying the witch down on her side of the bed, wiping her forehead as she was glad that some nutrients had gotten to her system.
When she noticed that Angel was in fact already sleeping, she turned her head to what had been bothering her the entire day. The dirt covered and grimy hooded sweater that just lay there outside of the room in the hallway... Very gently she stepped outside, closed the door to the bedroom to let her little Angel sleep, grasping the rough sweater and walking into the bathroom with it.
She was at that time still up and energetic due to the earlier times she had with her earlier partners, at that time the gang only slept for a few hours each day and was constantly moving. Now she only chuckled at the memory of them, shaking her head to rid herself of their faces before she'd get emotional.
A deep exhale started up as she plugged the tub, checked the fabric of the sweater and finally decided. She laid the sweater down by the bottom of the tub, starting up the stream of hot water and began to hand-wash the sweater. At first the water was instantly changed to a dark color, forcing Zoey to unplug the tub, drain it and fill it up again. She did this THREE times before the water didn't look so dark anymore...
Finally she could get to work, she began to simply scrub the fabric with her hands, darkening the water once more but this time it was supposed to do so, managing to get the sweater to become much more... "normal" than it's previous self with a while of scrubbing. After that she drained the tub AGAIN... Like that wasn't about to drive her insane. This time the water looked rather clean, even as she scrubbed it. So she pulled it out, added a lot of laundry detergent to the sweater before dipping it into the water again.
The next time she pulled it out... She was in fact rather pleased with the results. Squeezing the water out of it before hanging it to dry. And since she really could think of anything else, she waited the entire time...
At about 2:00AM, the sweater was sort of moist with the water, but not dripping wet, so naturally like any normal person, Zoey began to put it on... She actually had no idea why she did so. Maybe she just did so for the fun of it. The moistness was at first cold against her skin but it shortly began to warm up. The sweater itself was rather long on Zoey, though she had never liked "perfect fits" or "too short" clothes, so the sweater was in her case perfect. It actually made her remember the glimpse from earlier that day... The huntress's hair, the womanly shaped body... Before Zoey even knew it, she was lost in thoughts, even having brought the sweater's collar up to her nose, inhaling softly by it as if sub-consciously hoping it still held any of the huntress's fragrance...
The deep trance Zoey was in was interrupted when her usually alert ears picked something up... A light tapping? It was something against wood and from outside the bathroom. She cautiously stepped out from the bathroom, with the sweater still on her. Bringing the handgun which had earlier proven useful, despite their location.
It was shortly recognized that the tapping came from outside the wooden door... And there was no way to tell who, or what it was that was making the noise. Zoey got up to the locked door, her handgun directed to it. Should she open? Should she ask? Should she stay quiet...?
Questions rushed through Zoey's head at the moment, maybe it was a common infected? She asked herself, the tapping had continued for quite some time and there wasn't much that would mindlessly do things like that... She raised her handgun, ready to fire as she grabbed the handle of the door, slowly counting down 3... 2... 1...
At that moment she unlocked the door and ripped it open, planting her other hand on the handgun for stability as her eyes opened as they gazed at the visitor.
"Y-You..." Zoey quietly called out to the shaken-up huntress before her very eyes.
Due to her late father she knew quite a few card games and was pretty confident that Angel could learn about them too.
At first, Angel only stared at the cards blankly, confused even. Zoey actually having to come up with a good and "elegant..." way for the witch to hold them between her long clawed fingers. Soothingly she explained each and every card with a undying patience, really wanting Angel to relearn about human things. Maybe it would even bring her closer to becoming one?
They both had quite a lot of fun during Angel's learning, and nightfall could clearly be seen outside the apartment window as they had kept at it for quite some time, managing to play a few games and allow Angel to learn a bit of the rules of a few specific games.
"It's time for bed." Zoey called out gently, almost feeling like a mother the way she spoke sometimes to the witch, stretching her arms above her, leaving the cards on the table after a small game.
Zoey stood up and got over to Angel, helping her up on her feet as she brought the drowsy witch over to her bedroom. Angel had been learning lots today and Zoey was actually really proud of her, kissing her cheek before laying the witch down on her side of the bed, wiping her forehead as she was glad that some nutrients had gotten to her system.
When she noticed that Angel was in fact already sleeping, she turned her head to what had been bothering her the entire day. The dirt covered and grimy hooded sweater that just lay there outside of the room in the hallway... Very gently she stepped outside, closed the door to the bedroom to let her little Angel sleep, grasping the rough sweater and walking into the bathroom with it.
She was at that time still up and energetic due to the earlier times she had with her earlier partners, at that time the gang only slept for a few hours each day and was constantly moving. Now she only chuckled at the memory of them, shaking her head to rid herself of their faces before she'd get emotional.
A deep exhale started up as she plugged the tub, checked the fabric of the sweater and finally decided. She laid the sweater down by the bottom of the tub, starting up the stream of hot water and began to hand-wash the sweater. At first the water was instantly changed to a dark color, forcing Zoey to unplug the tub, drain it and fill it up again. She did this THREE times before the water didn't look so dark anymore...
Finally she could get to work, she began to simply scrub the fabric with her hands, darkening the water once more but this time it was supposed to do so, managing to get the sweater to become much more... "normal" than it's previous self with a while of scrubbing. After that she drained the tub AGAIN... Like that wasn't about to drive her insane. This time the water looked rather clean, even as she scrubbed it. So she pulled it out, added a lot of laundry detergent to the sweater before dipping it into the water again.
The next time she pulled it out... She was in fact rather pleased with the results. Squeezing the water out of it before hanging it to dry. And since she really could think of anything else, she waited the entire time...
At about 2:00AM, the sweater was sort of moist with the water, but not dripping wet, so naturally like any normal person, Zoey began to put it on... She actually had no idea why she did so. Maybe she just did so for the fun of it. The moistness was at first cold against her skin but it shortly began to warm up. The sweater itself was rather long on Zoey, though she had never liked "perfect fits" or "too short" clothes, so the sweater was in her case perfect. It actually made her remember the glimpse from earlier that day... The huntress's hair, the womanly shaped body... Before Zoey even knew it, she was lost in thoughts, even having brought the sweater's collar up to her nose, inhaling softly by it as if sub-consciously hoping it still held any of the huntress's fragrance...
The deep trance Zoey was in was interrupted when her usually alert ears picked something up... A light tapping? It was something against wood and from outside the bathroom. She cautiously stepped out from the bathroom, with the sweater still on her. Bringing the handgun which had earlier proven useful, despite their location.
It was shortly recognized that the tapping came from outside the wooden door... And there was no way to tell who, or what it was that was making the noise. Zoey got up to the locked door, her handgun directed to it. Should she open? Should she ask? Should she stay quiet...?
Questions rushed through Zoey's head at the moment, maybe it was a common infected? She asked herself, the tapping had continued for quite some time and there wasn't much that would mindlessly do things like that... She raised her handgun, ready to fire as she grabbed the handle of the door, slowly counting down 3... 2... 1...
At that moment she unlocked the door and ripped it open, planting her other hand on the handgun for stability as her eyes opened as they gazed at the visitor.
"Y-You..." Zoey quietly called out to the shaken-up huntress before her very eyes.
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