<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Marley's Bedroom &gt; Garage</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Obliging a late night request<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>--<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kaine<br/><hr/><br/>By comparison, she was sleeping quite soundly in her hammock, suspended several feet from her bedroom ceiling. If Marley ever did wake up in the middle of the night, which was<em>rare</em>, she would lift her foot and push off from one of the windows in her room. Doing so caused her hammock to swing, ever so slightly, and rock her back to sleep.<em>It was extremely comforting.</em>Yet when she awoke, and did her usual movement, she instantly jerked her foot back.<em>It was fucking cold.</em>She inhaled sharply through her nose.<em>Why was her foot cold?</em>She sat up, and looked at where she was sure she placed it on the window pane. It was still dark in her room so she had to squint.<em>Why was the window pane cold?</em>Was that... snow.<em>It was snowing.</em>Big, fluffy flakes. Marley blinked. For a moment, she just watched the snowflakes fall against the window. It looked…<em>heavy</em>. Like it had already been snowing for a while. Then she realized it was now, technically,<em>Thursday</em>.<em>It was no longer Eric’s day to watch Kaine.</em>She groaned, but forced herself awake.<br/><br/>She rolled out of her hammock, both feet landing on the wooden floor of her bedroom. She was wearing sweatpants and a black bra to sleep in.<em>Like fuck she even remembered where her winter clothes were.</em>Carefully she walked to her dresser, letting the rest of the house remain asleep. On the third drawer, she found an old, yellow raincoat. The fifth drawer yielded a pair of brand new white sneakers she had clearly forgotten about.<em>Close enough.</em>Marley carried her sneakers down the two sets of stairs before crossing the lobby. The lobby had windows on all sides. The snow had begun to pile, several feet off the sandy ground.<em>It would all melt once the desert sun rose.</em>She pulled her sneakers on.<em>Still, he had created a fucking snowstorm.</em>As soon as Marley opened the front door she knew she was under dressed. It was so cold she could see her breath in front of her.<em>God, she missed this.</em>She pulled the hood of her yellow raincoat up, and quickly closed the front door. Her blue eyes glared through the snowstorm, looking for him. Kaine didn’t appear to be outside, but the lights in the garage were on.<br/><br/>Slowly, she trudged through the snow to meet him. Her feet were freezing, but she knew the frostbite wouldn’t last. Her skin would heal itself rapidly as soon as she stepped out of the cold. “Kaine, you can’t keep using snow every time you want to talk to me.” Marley warned softly as she pulled her yellow hood back down, under the warmth of the garage. Kaine’s<em>signal</em>was certainly effective, but it defeated the purpose of snow. She couldn’t exactly go play in it if she had to talk to him. She sighed, surveying the garage. It didn’t look like he had broken anything in a rage or manic phase yet. Her eyelashes were wet. “How’s Betty?” she stepped towards him from behind, watching him work on his prized vehicle.