Go about your day as normal

the sun was rising, and the day would shortly be in full swing. you officially decided to go about your day as normal before making any decision with your newfound but not fully realized power. you pocket the bottle of ink. if someone else got a hold of it, it could mean trouble you knew that much.

you climbed your way out of the basement and scouted your way to the bathroom. normally you could expect a line up followed by the misses, the father and finally ron himself. though being up this early the line was clear and for the first time you had the bathroom for yourself. you were almost hardy enough to take a full shower, but decided against it on the grounds that others might need it if they turned out to be in a rush unexpectedly, thus you decided to do so after they left for work or what not.

though you weren't certain, you were sure ron's father didn't have any side gigs for you today so you would probably get the day to yourself. so you do the usual, brush the pearly whites, your black but curly hair and wash your melon filled face that had the same tone as your parents described you as in reflection to your accomplishments for most of your life... DIRT. a bit of flossing and washed your hands and you were about done and ready to go.

you had a look at yourself in the mirror staring back into your own eyes. they weren't a standard brown or even hazel, no they were more so like brown with a splash of red like a maroon color or that of a mahogany table. you can remember when people thought you were a rare albino cuz to there knowledge red and purple eyes were only present in the eyes of such a person said to be the blood vessals being reflected in there eyes from the lack or absence of melanin. as cool as that would have been, at least to you anyway.

you exit the bathroom and headed into the kitchen. the house layout was designed to try to monitore risky company. your room which had the intention of being the guessed room was in the basement, rons room was upstairs and of course the parents room was on the base floor. they though it would be a good idea to monitare rons friends of sexual intrest or deal with a breakin situation. because of this you typically try to creep by slowly as not to wake them. you can only recall how often ron's father stresses the importance of bed rest when you have a job and the last thing you wanted was another power point presentation and not in a metaphorical sense either.

as you approached the kitchen you too notable smell the scent of coffee, a fresh brew. it made you profounded to think as early as you had woken up that someone got up a little earlier. though you woundered who it could be, you could probably narrow it down if you think about it, but it would be easier just to go inside and see.

turning your way into the kitchen, you had your answer.a volumptious women, slender but curey in the right places. she was adorned with blond locks of hair and a robe of silver silk lined with white stitches and a pattern of yellow spades all of which hugged her body like lingerie.

this was ron's mother, mrs.Galotin, first name nilly. though her back was turned to you, you can tell she was at least half asleep another step more and the ever induced silence broke forever.

her head lifted briefly before whipping back to face you...

" kurt?" she inquires. her expression tired laced with a sprinkle of confusion.

"y-yeah" you answer nerviously

" what are you doing up so early sweetie, you don't have work today or for a long while for that matter, oh did Marcus forget to tell you again, i swear it's bad enough that men doesn't know how to relax but to inspire such a work ethic in others is just unacceptable"

the missus fumed with a sense of irritation in concern for your health and in doing so jumped expression from one of drowsiness to one of passion. in the and plenty other ways she was like the mother or perhaps mother-in-law you never have.

though inspite of the misunderstanding you were hesitant to correct her.

" oh n-no, no, nothing like that, I've just been having trouble sleeping as all"

for a moment that seemed to cause her to jump the gun linking it back to markus but eventally you were able to assure her it was a separate issue. though skeptical she was willing to let it go for the moment. you have a sit at the table as she pours you a cup of coffee. she used to ask if you wanted one, but after 2 and a half years she simple got into the habbit of simple making enough for 3 in the case of you wanting some even when you didn't have work.

" so... why do you think you were having trouble sleeping" she inquires.

you freeze for a moment unsure how or even if you should explain the talking ink bottle. after all who would even believe something like that and most importantly should you try doing that knowing that if for some reason in the future it needs to be used that it migh not work against her later...

should you lie? tell the truth? or maybe something in between... once again you find yourself with a choice to make...