This Is What Makes Us Girls (Maddison)

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson couldn’t help but notice that Maddison didn’t seem at her best. Their conversation from earlier in the night proved that the woman’s relationship with her sire was a complicated one, and it was understandable if she were to be stressed out about it. Emerson felt bad that she couldn’t do much to help, even though it wasn’t even her problem to begin with. All she could do at that point was send Maddison good wishes and happy thoughts and hope for the best. And that’s what she did.

The girl barely made it through the first few minutes of the film before she was fighting sleep. The movie playing was one she had never seen before, and when she woke, she’d definitely be disappointed that she hadn’t stayed up to watch it through. Her eyes drooped closed in no time, and her head came to fall against Maddison’s shoulder. And Emerson slept soundly, content with the day’s events and her newfound friendship.


[Maddison (DELETED 8452)]

It wasn't long before Maddison, like Emerson, was out like a light. She had fallen asleep with Emerson against her shoulder. It probably wasn't the most comfortable situation, but whenever Maddison fell asleep. She was out of it until the sun went down. It was like her body went right into a comatose.

Maddison woke up some time later, rubbing her eyes. Emerson was still asleep. She slipped out from the couch and went into the bathroom to splash some water on her face, she avoided looking in the mirror. The blonde left the bathroom to head into the kitchen. She would cook some breakfast foods.

The blonde put some bacon on to fry. Pancakes sounded good to her. She only hopped Emi didn't mind. Maddison went about mixing the mix for the pancakes and then poured some onto a pan, so she could have some different spots of pancakes. When they were ready, she flipped them.

This is where Maddison could be found whenever Emerson woke up.

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson was not a morning person. She didn't like getting up from her sleep and having to do much of anything except lay around and hope to fall back asleep again. It was a good thing Maddison hadn't made an effort to wake her up. It may not have ended well.

What did wake her up, however, was the smell of food. The only thing Emerson would really ever get up for, if she were to get up at all, was for food. However, the food she was greeted with that morning was not what she had hoped for. The smell that reached her nose made her stomach churn. Her heightened senses only made the situation worse. Meat. It was definitely meat. One thing Emerson knew for a fact from her previous life was that she did not eat meat. Chicken, turkey, steak, pork - if it had a pulse, she didn't bring a fork to it. And it made sense. The girl absolutely adored animals. What kind of person would she be if she didn't try to save them?

With a groan, Emerson rubbed her hands over her face and got off the couch. She kept the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, leaving her stuffed animal to drop to the floor, and shuffled her way around until she ended up in the kitchen. Maddison was there, with bacon, of all things, but at least she was flipping pancakes. Emerson could deal with pancakes. Too tired and grumpy to offer any help, the girl hoisted herself up onto a nearby counter, at least making sure to be out of the woman's way.

She yawned. "Hi," she mumbled out. It wasn't morning, but it felt weird if she were to say anything else. "Sleep m'kay?"

[Maddison (DELETED 8452)]

Maddison chuckled when the brunette walked into the kitchen. She didn't look like a morning person at all. Maddison was. She loved waking up and starting her evening/day. That she was getting used to, but Robin usually slept later than her. The blonde flipped the pancakes and then put the bacon in the oven. Her mom had always taught her to put it in the oven, easier to cook and you didn't get hit with flying grease.

She smiled to Emerson. "I slept fine, yeah. How about you?" Maddison was a meat eater. She loved animals, but still. Meat was good. Meat was her friend. She'd eat all the bacon if Emerson didn't want any. "So, random question, but do you dream? Sometimes I do and I wondered if you did. I don't know if other people do." She shrugged and then flipped the pancakes again. The blonde put the done pancakes on plates and then poured some more batter onto the skillet.

She went ahead and grabbed out two cups. "Chocolate milk?" She asked as she went and grabbed the milk from the fridge. She only had chocolate milk at breakfast time. It was a treat, a habit she had formed when she was modeling, but it was too later for her to break it now.

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

"Me? I slept good. Always sleep good," she said with a shrug. Give her a spot to curl up - a bed, a couch, a lap, or even the floor - and a good, long rest was guaranteed. It was a true blessing. Some people found certain beds to be impossible to sleep on, but Emerson was not very picky. Well, at least she wasn't picky about sleeping arrangements. She had very particular tastes in other things.

Did she dream? It was a random question indeed, but the brunette didn't mind random questions. She herself asked quite a handful of them from time to time. How else could she learn about things if she didn't? She started to nod in response to Maddison's question, but paused. "I mean, I think I dream. Sometimes I don't. Other times they're just old memories sparking up, y'know? I have yet to have a real dream about something... unreal." She giggled at her choice of words and swung her feet gently back and forth, heels hitting the cabinets below the countertop. Maybe losing her memory was a bit more complicated than she had first thought.

Had Maddison read her mind? Emerson let out a small, excited squeal. "I love chocolate milk!" She was even able to crack a smile, despite waking up only moments ago. That proved to be nothing less than a miracle.

And her morning (or evening, to better put it), was going all the much better.

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"If I dream, I don't really remember them." Maddison shrugged some. Most nights, she just 'blacked' out. After Robin had killed someone, that night she dreamed. She remembered that. She continued to flip the pancakes, putting them on the plate when they were done as well. The food was almost ready.

Maddison poured them both a glass of chocolate milk and then took it over to the table. She ate at the table mostly, not Robin. She couldn't kick her 'human' habitats it seemed. The blonde went back into the kitchen and pulled open the stove. She used oven mitts to get the bacon out. No burning for her. It'd leave a terrible scare. She set the pan on the stove next to the bacon.

"All right, serve yourself."

Maddison pulled out two plates and then got the butter and syrup from the fridge. She got silverware too and smiled to Emerson. She'd let the brunette go first. Once Emerson was done, Maddison made her plate. Two pancakes and a buttload of bacon. She hoped Emerson wouldn't mind.

"Alright, let's sit down at the table!" She grinned and went over to the table, taking a seat. "Dig in."

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Emerson thought about that for a little bit. "I remember someone telling me that if you look out the window when you wake up, you'll forget you dream. Dunno." She shrugged. Dreams were a strange concept to think about. Another conversation for another day, perhaps. The brunette wasn't awake enough to think too much. She noticed Maddison was almost done cooking the food and hopped off the counter.

Emerson would normally eat at the table, as long as she was with someone. Sitting by herself made her feel a bit lonely unless it was a table out in public. Then it was okay because she could busy herself by looking out the window or whatever else she could come up with. And since she tended to go out quite a bit, it worked out well. She didn't go anywhere too crowded to eat, just the little cafes or diners, if she was feeling a bit adventurous.

Emerson took one of the plates, returned a smile to Maddison, and forked three pancakes onto her plate. No bacon for her. She didn't mind if other people ate meat because it wasn't her place to tell them what to do or not do. The brunette looked around for whipped cream and chocolate chips and strawberries and tried to hide her disappointment. She liked to dress up her pancakes. It wasn't a big deal, but she loved the little things in life, including covering her pancakes in whatever junk she wanted. But she didn't say anything, because she was the guest, after all. And she hadn't even offered to help with the cooking, which was more of a help than anything. She'd burn the kitchen down in the very least.

Emerson followed behind Maddison to the table and took the seat opposite the blonde. She sat in her chair, legs crossed one over the other, and pushed the blanket to the crook of her elbows so that it wouldn't get in the way. She found the syrup and smiled, grabbing for it and drizzling the sugary liquid onto her pancakes. And, just as Maddison had said, she dug in.

"S'really good!" she said after swallowing her first few bites. Couldn't be talking with food in her mouth. She had some manners. "I can't cook. I always burn things or mess up recipes some way or another. You'll have to teach me sometime."

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Maddison dug into her food as well. Syrup was poured all over her pancakes and her bacon. It was like sugary goodness. The blonde took a few bites of her food and grinned. It was good. That was one thing her mom had taught her before she went off to college, how to cook. She could cook or bake anything and she didn't mind doing it. She hopped Robin got used to her cooking. She liked playing human as well, it seemed. However, later on she'd be having a warm glass of blood. She had to sustain herself somehow.

"I can teach you, My mom taught me. The trick is knowing timing and not having things set too high. I used to burn everything up, sometimes I have my moments and still do. But for the most part, I'm a pretty good cook. I'm glad you like it, there's more and what not."

Maddison offered a smile before she picked up a syrupy piece of bacon and shoved the thing into her mouth. She wasn't much of a graceful eater it seemed. The blonde took a drink from her chocolate milk and then started to cut up her pancakes, eating small pieces at a time. She wasn't a complete slob. But, pancakes and syrup were messy.

She finished off her pancakes and ate her bacon one piece at a time, soon enough she was done and finishing off her chocolate milk. The blonde got up and deposited her stuff into the sink. She'd clean it later. "So what would you like to do now? I don't really know how the day after sleepovers go."

[Emerson (DELETED 8699)]

Mom. Emerson let her mind wander on the idea, but nothing clicked. Nothing came to mind. There seemed to be no connection between her and the word. She dismissed the thought before she could let it bother her. Another problem for another time. She could always just push her problems away, couldn't she?

Emerson offered up a smile at the idea. It was getting to be autumn, and if she were to get a pumpkin then she was to make a pumpkin pie. "That would be fun. I think the reason I'm not the best at cooking for myself is because I don't like to have to... Do things." She let out a small laugh and continued on another piece of pancake. She'd only made it half way through her second one before she knew that she wasn't going to be able to eat much more. She felt bad for not finishing her meal, but she'd feel even worse if she were to have it all come back up. "I'll have to be done," she said, pushing her plate away. "I'm still working on the whole eating like 'normal' again." She offered a meek smile and reached for her cup. At least she could finish off her chocolate milk. She could never have too much chocolate milk.

Following suite, Emerson disposed of her leftover pancake in a nearby trash bin and put her dirty dishes in the sink aside Maddison's. She could help with dishes if need be. Doing dishes meant lots of soap which meant she could probably get away with blowing lots of bubbles and bubbles were tons of fun. Anything to make the chore more bearable, right?

The brunette adjusted her pajama top on her shoulders. "Oh, um... I dunno. I can leave whenever if you're busy. We only have so many nails to paint and movies to watch, after all." She put on a smile but she didn't really want to leave. She'd had so much fun so far. And who knew the next time Maddison would be free to hang out again, being involved so complicatedly with Robin?

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"I'm not really sure. I don't have much planned for today. Just tidying up the house. Finishing laundry, doing the dishes. Robin will probably come home some time soon, so I'll have to deal with him." Maddison shrugged some. She was actually quite boring, she never really did anything fun. "I'll probably finish up some sketches and then veg out on the couch."

She scrubbed at her cheek and then headed into the living room. "We can go for a walk or something, I don't know. Your right, we've already painted our nails and did all the girly stuff." Maddison laughed a little and then gestured to the bathroom. "If you want, you can change in the bathroom and I'll head into my room and change."

She shrugged some and then stretched, a yawn leaving her. "I think a walk actually sounds nice, get out and enjoy the nature. I could walk you back to your place. Does that sound okay?" Maddison didn't want to be rude, she just wasn't sure what to do anymore and a walk did sound nice to her. She hadn't been out in a few days, and it would be nice to leave the house. Especially since the weather was changing and it was becoming more like fall.

She loved this time of the year, the leaves changing, the pumpkin everything. She wished it was fall all year round. There was just so much fun stuff to do in the fall.