#replies (amara)

"Mm...that doesn't sound good. I'd rather go anywhere but there. Actually, I'd rather stay home and stare at the wall than do that. What are you thinking suggesting that?" Amara asked, giving them a disgruntled look as she focused back on her coffee that was saving her from the fatigue she'd been battling since she'd come off of a two hour sleep.

She'd ended up taking a last minute job, whether or not she'd told them, and it took a lot longer than she'd anticipated. Now running on adrenaline and caffeine, and ignoring that her boss had given her half of the expected cut, she was irritable. "It really...might be better just to stay home tonight, anyways. I don't feel like doing anything."

"You have to go? Now?" Amara wouldn't let them. Who cared about work. She was ready to quit her job to stay with them one more morning without having to worry about the rest of the world -- they could wait. Moments like this where she was able to feel happy, truly happy, were rare, but they were becoming more and more frequent whenever they spent time together.

Amara rolled over so she was laying on top of them, playfully pinning them down so they couldn't go anywhere. "And what if I don't let you go to work?" she asked, holding firm in her position with the surprising amount of strength she hid so they couldn't wiggle free. "So you're a little late. Stay here a bit longer. With me," she added, the final words holding a bit more weight to them.

Amara knew she was being followed. One bad decision for taking one rough job was beginning to turn in to a lifestyle change and suddenly she found herself always looking over her shoulder.

She was still new at all of this. But she wasn't naieve, and knew right away that someone was watching. Rather than play innocent, or get violent, she turned around and confronted the person.

"What do you want?"