#canopa

27.07.2023

Are you a night owl, and early bird, or something in between?

"I mean, I try to keep a pretty consistent sleep schedule," Ruth responded, "so I guess neither."

"I think I'm mostly the same. I mean, I don't think my sleep schedule is as consistent as Ruth's" -Danielle smiled at Ruth- "but he does a pretty good job at making sure I try."

"I am definitely a night owl," Kiku said, swinging her legs a bit. "That's the best time to go to parties and clubs, you know?"

"I tend to be a rise with the sun bed with the moon person, so I guess it really depends on the time of year," Lilly responded.

"I'm definitely a night owl," Canopa said, distracted as she continued to stare at her phone. "I don't think I fell asleep until like four last night."

Carver shrugged as he sat outside planning the garden. "I don't really sleep much, so I guess not either of them?"

"NIGHT OWLS OVER HERE!"

"Christ," Castor muttered at Brody's sudden shouting.

"Sleepalldaypartyallnight."

"You're awake right now though?"

Keanu laughed. "Youdon'tknowthat."

Castor stared at her in confusion for a moment. "Well, me and Pollux are both early birds, I think. Him more than me though, he's usually the one waking me up every morning."

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Canopa glanced up at Carver, seeing that he was asleep, before answering in a whisper. "As far as I know, pretty much none of us have official jobs. Ruth and Danielle seem pretty focused on their activism stuff, so I don't think they'd be allowed to get jobs at most places anyway. Castor and Pollux gamble, I think, and even though that's technically not an actual job, they probably earn more money than all of the rest of us combined. Keanu and Brody have a Soundcloud, I've actually checked it out once. I'm a freelance web designer, so I design websites for people as like a commissions thing. I'm also working on becoming a YouTuber, but ad revenue isn't a very reliable source of income, so I don't really think that counts." She gave a little shrug. "I'm also a hacker and probably worth my weight in bitcoin, which doesn't actually mean much considering bitcoin is a virtual currency and doesn't even have a consistent value across the internet."

"I'm not angry at her," Carver said as he unpacked his stuff in the new bedroom.

Canopa hummed in doubt. "Sure, you keep telling yourself that," she said, not looking up from her phone.

"I'm not!" he insisted, looking up at Canopa. "Just because I don't trust her doesn't mean I'm angry at her."

"You don't trust anyone. And you're always angry anyway." Canopa put down her phone to return Carver's gaze, who glared at her. "I don't see how you can stay mad at her anyway, I mean, she gave us the master bedroom."

"Which means we'll probably be sleeping in the same room as that old lady's ghost," Carver countered.

Canopa tilted her head at him, giving a disappointed stare that Carver couldn't see from behind her sunglasses, but could still feel. "You can't hold that against him, there's no way he'd be able to tell she's even there. And anyway, didn't you say you're pretty sure she's constantly sitting in a nonexistent rocking chair and knitting?" When Carver looked away, Canopa continued, scooting herself forward on the bed to lessen the distance between them. "There's no reason for you to stay mad at her forever, you should know by now that not all adults are bad. You've met my mom, and you've met Soryis's mom."

"Canopa, just drop it," Carver said with his back turned to her.

Canopa pressed on. "And anyway, Ruth hasn't actually gotten mad at either of us so far. Even when we first showed up, he was more concerned than anything."

"Canopa I said to shut up," Carver snapped, turning his head to glare at Canopa, who shrugged.

"Alright, I'm just saying," she commented as she laid back and picked up her phone again.