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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 1, 2008 0:02:34 GMT -5
“Knock knock! Zizzy?” Genevieve knocked lightly, in addition to her vocal ‘knock’ing, on Zizzy and Armand’s door. She was taking it upon herself to be the benevolent ambassador of the rest of the Ira family, since her mother was obviously not doing the best job of it. Genn was dressed in what her close friends knew as a shopping outfit—comfortable but fashionable (incase she saw someone she knew), with long sleeves and a hood, just in case their wanderings should take them to Dreamland. In her little gloved hands she clutched two coffees, one decaf, and her little dog. She was set to go.
“Zizzzzzzy?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 0:38:33 GMT -5
Zizzy groaned a little bit and rolled over in bed. Lately, she hadn't been able to get up as early, and when she did she was often ill. Even though she wasn't very happy with Armand at the moment, she was still glowing although by now she knew it had nothing to do with her mood. They'd given up the pretense of separate rooms. With the fear of Iker sneaking back into her head, Zizzy didn't want to sleep alone anymore.
When she woke, she was alone in the room, which made her sad for some reason. She sighed and rolled out of bed, wondering why Genn was at Armand's door. "Hold on!" She called and hurried to the bathroom for the routine emptying of her stomach before brushing her teeth and pulling on clean clothing and a loose shirt.
Glancing in the mirror before she opened the door she recognized the only thing that kept her from looking awful was the pretty---if odd---pregnant lady's glow she had going. She cracked open the door and gave a small, not-all-that-happy smile at Genn. It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see her, the girl was instantly endearing, but Zizzy was maybe a little bit depressed.
She took in the two coffees and the dog and the outfit and raised a brow, "Yep?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 1, 2008 0:55:53 GMT -5
“Good—“ Genevieve faltered, Zizzy didn’t look like she was exactly having a good morning. “Good morning, Zizzy! I hope I didn’t wake you. Uhm, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go shopping with me?” She donned a look of complete eagerness, hoping she had that irresistible puppy-face that would safeguard Zizzy from turning her down. “I brought you some decaf?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 0:59:42 GMT -5
Zizzy grinned ruefully. "I'd love to." Getting out of the castle seemed like a grand idea. "But I have to warn you, I'm not great company at the moment." At the mention of decaf coffee however, she looked a little brighter and held out her hand eagerly to receive it. Besides, it wasn't like anyone living or dead had the will to say no to that face. Even if all she really felt like doing was crawling into bed.
"Thanks."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 1, 2008 1:57:17 GMT -5
Genevieve’s face lit up. It was all the power of the face. She used it sparingly to avoid casualties. “Lovely! I thought we’d hit up Chimera first, and then maybe head to Dreamland if we don’t find what we want there.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 2:02:56 GMT -5
She sipped her coffee and slipped out of the room after grabbing her bag, closing the door behind her. She briefly thought about leaving Armand a note, but he hadn't even waited around for her to wake up, so he could sit and wonder. "What is it, exactly, that we're looking for?" Although she had a sneaking suspicion she already knew what it was.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 1, 2008 22:00:34 GMT -5
“Oh, well, I was just thinking,” she began, beckoning Zizzy toward the already waiting Barbie-pink carriage, “that you’re probably really ill-equipped. I mean, you can get away with big t-shirts now, but not forever, Zizzy. And maternity clothes aren’t nearly as frumpy and horrid as they used to be, not since that Hollywood baby boom.”Genn let Crawford into the carriage first and held the door open for Zizzy. “What do you think?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 1, 2008 22:21:47 GMT -5
So she knew. At the very least, she seemed completely supportive and damn it all to hell, why was she crying? Zizzy wiped at her eyes the moment Genn had her back turned and followed her out to the brightly painted carriage. "I think that's a good idea. Most of my pants are already tight." As tiny as she was, she'd never gotten into baggy clothing since she tended to get a little lost in it.
She climbed into the carriage and sat down on one of the luxuriously cushioned benches within. "But umm, if you don't mind, I kind of wanted to do the actual baby shopping with Armand. For the crib and clothes for him and stuff. If I ever stop being so moody. It's only three months and I'm already being bitchy to him."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 2, 2008 1:17:05 GMT -5
Genevieve climbed in after Zizzy after directing the driver to take them to Chimera. “Of course, of course. We’ll just buy for you today,” Genn said cheerfully, sipping on her coffee.
“Oh, Zizzy,” Genn started consolingly, patting Zizzy’s knee, “I am positive Armand understands. He’s always been really understanding. Did you know, when I was little, he’d let me braid his hair while he read because I don’t have a sister to practice on.” So, maybe she was guilty of idolizing her older brother, just a little bit. And maybe she was trying to change the subject to take Zizzy’s mind off of the obvious drama that was circulating.
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Post by Jules on Dec 2, 2008 1:22:20 GMT -5
Zizzy smiled at the image that conjured. He was going to be an amazing parent. At least he could make up for the mothering skills she would certainly lack. "I think him being understanding is the problem." She muttered, but could tell Genn was trying to keep the conversation trained on something light and easy.
"Oh, do you think we could drop by the Good Hope when we're? I need to get something fixed." Already the stretching of the burn scars on her stomach was starting to hurt.
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 4, 2008 0:07:23 GMT -5
Zizzy’s mutter did not go unheard; Genevieve cocked her head to the side in question, “What do you mean by that?” It wasn’t an offended question. Just a curious one.
She frowned, a touch of panic at the corners of her mouth, “The hospital? We’ll go there first.” Genevieve handed her two-headed terrier to Zizzy and poked her head out the window, calling the change of plans to the driver before settling back into her seat. “What’s wrong?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 0:18:03 GMT -5
"Well you know your brother. You know how...sacrificing he can be. I just think it would be a lot easier to know where he stood if he didn't always put everyone before himself, you know what I mean?" She shrugged and took the dog readily, setting it on her lap and stroking it's head soothingly.
"Oh nothing. I just need to get rid of some scarring on my stomach. It stretching isn't very comfortable."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 4, 2008 1:49:03 GMT -5
“I understand,” Genevieve muttered, pulling down the opaque window shades as they drove nearer to Dreamland. “The sun—it makes me sick,” she explained. She wasn’t sure how much Zizzy knew about the particular quirks of the individual members of the Ira family. “But anyway, I don’t know, Zizzy. You’re right, I mean, Armand is like the King of Selflessness, but I can’t help but think that he wouldn’t stay with you just to make you happy. Because that would be lying to you, which I don’t think is in his character.”
She shrugged, too, digressing. Genn didn’t want to seem too biased, even if she was. “So, what kind of procedure is it?”
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 1:52:15 GMT -5
She really hoped so. Because she knew he loved her, but the baby changed things, and even if he grew to hate her, him hiding it and staying for his son had Armand written all over it. "I know." She whispered and focused on the dog a moment.
Zizzy laughed a litttle bit. "Camilla's just going to wish it away. They don't have any skin-grafting equipment."
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Post by Princess Katie on Dec 4, 2008 21:23:13 GMT -5
“That sounds much more pleasant anyway,” Genevieve said, donning her traditional Journey-Into-Dreamland clothes, swathing herself in so much black cloth that only the strip of skin across her eyes was visible. “Do you want me to go in with you, or would you rather I wait in the carriage?”
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