No Mom to be Seen

Alma was home alone as she usually was this time of the day and going about her normal routine. Only difference this time was she was expecting company and was dressed as such: a Living Dead Girls t-shirt two sizes too big and sweatpants. Jude... or rather Angelo didn't seem like he was ready for sex yet and she wasn't going to push the issue even unintentionally by parading around in her underwear.

She was in the middle of dusting the living room, the lights out and soft rock music playing over the speakers when she heard the knock at the door. Alma was there in a flash, used enough to the layout of her home to go full speed without fearing hitting something.

She swung the door open, tail flicking like a cat's when she saw Jude. "Hey babe! Sorry to keep you waiting. I was doing some cleaning around the apartment for mom. Come on in, yeah?"

It wasn't a small apartment for sure, but it was nothing fancy either. Two bedrooms, one bath, and a living room that was separated from the small kitchen/dining room by a counter. Alma gave him the quick tour and flopped over sideways in the chair in the living room, her legs kicked over one arm. "Well this is it. I know it's nowhere near as big as Seargent Genovese's place, but it's been home all my life."

"I guess that's true. I never really had much to compare to, really. Most of my friends growing up all lived in the dorms, so if we hung out here or there it was always a pretty small space."

Alma kicked her legs idly while they talked, her tail coiling around one of them so it wasn't just limply hanging off of the chair. "I can heat up some leftovers if you want. Mom said it's fine for me to share some, as long as we have enough to make it through the week."

"Other than that," she continued, turning to look at Jude and smiling, "Sky's the limit. We can do whatever you want."

Alma nodded along, kind of listening but also letting her mind wander. It was true that the house was way too big for two people. "Maybe they could downsize? I mean, a house that big is sure to sell. People like their big places. Or maybe he could rent part of it out..."

Looking over at him, Alma blinked a few times. Her face reddened slightly and she flipped over so that she was looking at him right side up. "You mean... you want to know me? And not biblically? That's considered scandalous here, Angie.~"

She laughed and hopped over to the couch with him, tail flicking excitedly. "I'm mostly kidding. Now, what do you want to know? Where to start?"

"You're right, of course. It seems sometimes like people only want the physical aspect of a relationship. Or like, just sitting there, calling each other cute names and making out in public."

Alma leaned over, resting her head lightly on Jude's shoulder. "Well, starting out, no. We- I went to a little private school for a few years when I was really little. I don't super remember it, but it was one of those places that was religious and anti-demon on the down low. In retrospect, I get why Mom wanted me there, but at the time..."

She shrugged. "That was how I found out. I grabbed a crucifix. The substitute teacher didn't get the memo not to let me touch religious stuff. It hurt a lot and I bit a kid who came to check on me."

"Mom pulled me out after that. It helped at least. The school was expensive. She had to work less, at least."

"Yeah, it was all blood packs for me. But no, I kinda got a taste for it after that and the next time somebody made me mad. Chomp." Alma grinned and gave a shrug. It was so long ago it was almost amusing. Almost. "I got anger management and my therapist taught me to bite a pen or something when I get angry." A method Jude would have definitely noticed her using from time to time.

"What about you? Was it all high end private schools and winks and elbow nudging about your dad?"