Bad Blood - Emma + Sayuri
âAnd I donât wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
I donât wanna hear you talk about it anymore
I donât wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
I donât wanna hear you talk about it anymoreâŠâ
The sound of the music died down as Emma emerged from the steamy thralls of the small bathroom that was tucked away in one of the smaller corners of her dorm room. Her phone in one hand, while the other held onto the small white towel that wrapped around her body, her lips moved along to the words even as the song came to a close. It was one of those songs that had just gotten stuck in the blondeâs head and no matter how many times she seemed to listen to it, she just couldnât get it out. As the music finally died out entirely, Emma threw the phone into the tangle of purple sheets on her bed and proceeded with drying off. She didnât have to worry about her roommate walking in on her like most people because even as late as it was at current, she honestly doubted that Sayuri would be back any time soon. At least it was something that she hoped anyway.Â
Replacing the sound from her phone with her own voice, the blonde ran her fingers through her damn hair as her lips moved to the rhythm of the song stuck in her head. Softly at first, as if testing waters within the silence of the room, until it was as loud as the frequency of what her phone had been playing. She wasnât exactly the best singer, she would gladly admit, but no one was around so it wasnât like she had to worry about embarrassing herself. The more she sang, the more she smiled at herself until she let her voice fade out into nothing. It was so easy to hear something in your head and know how itâs supposed to sound, but so difficult to match that pitch with oneâs own voice. Perhaps, that was why her mother had stuck her in dance instead. Because she didnât see the point of putting the money for vocal lessons into someone who was quite obviously tone deaf.
As Emma let the towel drop away and proceeded to dress in a simple nightgown, there was a soft thump on her bed beside her phone and without even turning she knew what it was. Sayuriâs cat, who Emma didnât even know the name of was pawing at the blondeâs sheets as she turned, purring loudly as it stared at her with wide eyes. It was cute enough she supposed, typically quiet and kept to itself but for whatever reason tonight it seemed that it felt like being social. As Emma finished getting dressed, slipping on her underwear and then a pair of sleeping shorts, she sat down on her bed beside the creature and scratched at itâs head with one finger. The cat rolled onto itâs side then and Emma laughed, her usually light blue eyes dark within the dim lighting of the room, which was illuminated simply by a single lamp that rested on Emmaâs night stand. Even if she wasnât really a cat person, she had to admit that this cat had a certain feel to it, one that made Emma not hate it so much. Either that or Emma just liked the fact that it really didnât seem to like Sayuri that much, a fact that only made the blondeâs smile widen as she sprawled out onto her side and met the catâs gaze.
"Already in my bed and I donât even know your name." Emma teased the creature, proceeding to scratch at it with one nail. There was something sadly humorous about the idea but she didnât figure that talking to a cat was anything short of what all of her doctors were saying about her. That she was crazy. But that was just the story of her life wasnât it? Nothing new at this point anyway. A fact that made the blonde sigh as she closed her eyes and simply laid there with the small creature purring beside her. She could almost fall asleep at this point, almost, but not quite. Not just yet anyway.
