Kayla's Problematic Faves

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Technically i need $250 to switch power from me to my sister but I say $300 bc then I can ship it to you right away.

for context, they shut off my power which was on my sisters name the same day they processed my biweekly $250 payment. I've been paying down and they did it anyway, now they won't turn it back on unless I pay a roughly $300 down payment and $200 for the first installment of a payment plan. which I don't get because that payment plan would be less than I've been paying bi-weekly at the end of the month, but also I have no savings and like I said. they JUST processed a payment.

“Yeah, and we’re both pissed. Your Aunt Lisa’s waiting outside with a car.” He was moving them towards the door as they spoke, the distinct smell of smoke starting to drift down the hallway along with the sound of something breaking. “Well, there’s no stopping him now. Mick! Let’s go!”

The call was followed by the sound of something slamming and then Mick was behind them by the time they got  to the door, his arm coming up under Nettie’s other arm well his free hand swung his gun back to let one last stream of fire catch some curtains as they made their escape.

“I swear. I didn’t mean to stay out after curfew,” He said, like he was still a high school brat sneaking out to some party. Like the situation now wasn’t very real. He raised a hand, curling a wrist in front of his mouth to cough. Smoke. The smell of smoke was far too real.

It also didn't help that the glimpses she'd seen of her father didn't match the man currently playing with her hair.

He remembered a lot of his time with Hydra now thanks to help from the people of Wakanda, part of de-conditioning him had involved unlocking his fractured and foggy memories from that time. He needed to be able to most if not all of what he went through in order to be sure that there was nothing else locked away that they could use against him.

“That depends, you gonna give me an answer? And how is your stomach doin’ with all the fries?” He didn’t need to deal with a sick and puking kid one top of one who needed a shower and a change of clothes, so he didn’t want to fork over my fries without knowing how he was doing with the ones he already had gotten.

“I don’t need you barfin’ all over cause you got to over zealous with finally havin’ a proper meal.” Proper meal was a loose definition of what he was feeding him, but it was enough food to fill a small stomach so it counted.

He paused in his reaching, and looked up at Leonard with a curious face. “What’s wrong with my tummy?”

It felt a little strange, but he just figured that was because he was less hungry now than he was used to being. He had fries! And they were warm and soda, and he might even get a burger, too, if he was good.  “I won’t puke! I pinky promise.”