Small Hooves, Big Steps [Anzellous]

Aeon woke up, and the first thing she did was brush her hair into a single ponytail. It wasn't often that she did this--something felt inherently wrong about mixing the colors of her hair into a single style, but she didn't have time to worry about it today. Today she had to get her clothes washed and dried so she would have something clean to wear tomorrow for when she took a foray into the forest to check out some of the flora that thrived there.

Plus, it would be an opportunity to... let her mane down, so to speak.

She tossed her clothes into the washer and set about tidying up her place, shelving her books and hiding her crocheted plushy of cthulu under her bed. The unicorn was in the middle of loading up her dishwasher when she heard the sound of strumming.

A quick peak out of her kitchen window and--oh wow.

It was Cabel.

"It's alright Gunner," she muttered to herself, starting her dishwasher and dusting while she waited for the washer to stop. "Just ignore him. He'll go away."

Except he didn't go away. Three minutes passed and he was still singing. She couldn't let her wet laundry sit and she wasn't going to use her drier while it was hot and summery. So she loaded her basket of laundry and walked out to her balcony in what was obviously sleep wear--pajama shorts that didn't quite reach her fingertips and a tank top that read "Push my buttons" with a keyboard along the chest and torso. Given that she was pretty flat though, it wasn't a very impressive sight.

She did her best to ignore him as she went about clipping her wet laundry to the clothes line that dangled from the balcony above hers.

Aeon tried her level best to ignore him as she hung her laundry, ignoring his okay-ish singing. It wasn't horribly ear-grating but it wasn't the kind of sultry sound that made her want to rip off her pajama shorts and jump into someone's lap.

As she hung up another shirt she watched Cabel as he tumbled onto her balcony, face-first into her wet laundry. He probably had a pair of her nice panties on his cheek too. Letting out a sigh, the unicorn made peace with the fact that he probably wouldn't leave if they didn't go out for noodles, and hell, she had promised that they would go out for noodles together once he went and spoke to the doctors.

Well... she was in an awkward position.

She could say no and look like a total bitch or say yes and eat noodles.

Actually that wasn't too bad. Aeon really liked noodles.

Silently, she stared down at him before she let out a sigh of resignment. "Do you know the ramen shop on 33rd and Maple?" she asked, hands on her hips.

She gave her forehead a massage as he elected to respond to her in song. Thinking about it, Aeon was pretty certain that she had something clean in her drawers. The unicorn would just have to finish hanging up her laundry before she left because she'd be damned if she was going to let freshly washed clothes stew in the summer sun.

"Alright. We'll... go there." She leaned down to her basket and pulled out another wet shirt to hang on her clothes line. "I'll... meet you there or something. I need to hang this and put on real clothes."

That seemed fair to her. It's not like she was going to get noodles in her jim-jams.

When he picked himself out of her basket, the next words out of her mouth were going to be directions to get him out of her apartment and down to the street without him hurting himself. Unless he fell down the steps, in which case him hurting himself wasn't her problem. That was, until he reached into her basket and picked up some of ther clothes, still droopy and heavy from being wet.

”I’ll help you hang your laundry up, but I’m not going to help you get dressed. That’d be more awkward than me falling onto your desk."

She wanted to face palm, but ultimately decided that this would go faster if she had another set of hands. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him hold something against his chest... she wasn't quite able to make out what.

Her clothesline filled up pretty quickly. Once there was no more space for clothes there, she draped them over the railing of her balcony, which was surprisingly clean. All her clothes hung to dry, she picked up the basket of clothes and rested it on her hip.

She opened her apartment door. "Here, I'll walk you out..."

If she was being honest with herself, she wasn't sure she wanted to go get noodles with him.

It had been something that she'd promised just to get him to go to the doctors and not make anything worse by running around clearly injured and just generally getting into trouble. She never considered that he would actually want to get to know her, actually want to spend time with her. Aeon, in her own words, was kind of a wallflower. She was boring and her voice put people to sleep.

That's what she thought anyway.

She watched as he went to pick up his guitar, her toes idly curling and uncurling in her rug. The unicorn didn't think Cabel was ugly she just.... she couldn't think of a reason why.

Why.

None of it was adding up.

When he admitted to finding her interesting and wanting to get to know her, she was taken aback. Gosh, she just wanted to... her legs, well-muscled as one would expect from a horse, started to vanish. She was going invisible in her own apartment. how mortifying.

After a moment, everything below her hips was invisible. "Well... it's not like I can go anywhere," she said softly. "You know where I live. I'll only be a sec."