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brat_inslayageKennedy's nineteenth birthday had come and gone complete with the usual giant party, although after Tara's visit she hadn't been in her best partying form. Still, she'd made the most of it, then thrown herself right back into her usual routine.
That routine included training, of course, but lately-- she must have missed her Reserves kids back in Fandom-- a couple of afternoons a week of helping out with a self-defense class at a youth center across town had snuck onto the agenda. She'd just gotten back to her apartment from one of those classes and was laughing to herself, shaking her head at the messages from Warren and Bobby, and in fact hadn't even closed the door before Constance appeared in the hallway.
"Hey, look who's finally back," Kennedy remarked, idly wondering if there had been an apocalypse after all and nobody told her, only to dismiss the thought. No way would Constance sit on that kind of news. "Rough trip? You said you wouldn't be gone that long."
"Only drawn out," answered Constance-- did she look really tired? The look in her eyes seemed off somehow, but Kennedy couldn't describe it. Weird. "Drawn out, and full of talking that would only bore you. Did your, ah, visit go well?"
Kennedy shrugged. "Yeah. I mean... yeah. It was..." She scrunched her face up, trying to think of the words.
Constance studied her face, and Kennedy wondered why exactly she looked so serious. "Difficult?"
"A little," Kennedy admitted. "But also kinda... a relief, you know? It was good. I sorta feel like I can be okay with things shaking out the way they did now."
"You needed that sense of closure," Constance surmised, and hesitated for just a moment before reaching out to lay a hand on Kennedy's shoulder and squeeze it gently. "I'm truly glad you got it."
Kennedy huffed a soft laugh. "Good thing, yeah?"
Constance let her hand linger against Kennedy's shoulder for a moment longer. "Not everyone gets that chance. Be grateful, Kennedy." It was a weirdly, randomly deep sort of moment, and Kennedy didn't know what to do with that; Constance must have realized the awkwardness, because she cleared her throat and patted the bag over her shoulder as she went on in a brighter tone, "I did, incidentally, bring back a few new volumes of demon lore that I'm sure you'll be thrilled to delve into tonight."
She pulled several very thick, very old, very dry-looking books out of the bag and let them fall onto the coffee table with a thump.
Kennedy groaned. "Aw, man."
[[establishy/time-tracky (for the last time with this season thank god, but open for calls if you want although i'm going to bed soon.]]
That routine included training, of course, but lately-- she must have missed her Reserves kids back in Fandom-- a couple of afternoons a week of helping out with a self-defense class at a youth center across town had snuck onto the agenda. She'd just gotten back to her apartment from one of those classes and was laughing to herself, shaking her head at the messages from Warren and Bobby, and in fact hadn't even closed the door before Constance appeared in the hallway.
"Hey, look who's finally back," Kennedy remarked, idly wondering if there had been an apocalypse after all and nobody told her, only to dismiss the thought. No way would Constance sit on that kind of news. "Rough trip? You said you wouldn't be gone that long."
"Only drawn out," answered Constance-- did she look really tired? The look in her eyes seemed off somehow, but Kennedy couldn't describe it. Weird. "Drawn out, and full of talking that would only bore you. Did your, ah, visit go well?"
Kennedy shrugged. "Yeah. I mean... yeah. It was..." She scrunched her face up, trying to think of the words.
Constance studied her face, and Kennedy wondered why exactly she looked so serious. "Difficult?"
"A little," Kennedy admitted. "But also kinda... a relief, you know? It was good. I sorta feel like I can be okay with things shaking out the way they did now."
"You needed that sense of closure," Constance surmised, and hesitated for just a moment before reaching out to lay a hand on Kennedy's shoulder and squeeze it gently. "I'm truly glad you got it."
Kennedy huffed a soft laugh. "Good thing, yeah?"
Constance let her hand linger against Kennedy's shoulder for a moment longer. "Not everyone gets that chance. Be grateful, Kennedy." It was a weirdly, randomly deep sort of moment, and Kennedy didn't know what to do with that; Constance must have realized the awkwardness, because she cleared her throat and patted the bag over her shoulder as she went on in a brighter tone, "I did, incidentally, bring back a few new volumes of demon lore that I'm sure you'll be thrilled to delve into tonight."
She pulled several very thick, very old, very dry-looking books out of the bag and let them fall onto the coffee table with a thump.
Kennedy groaned. "Aw, man."
[[establishy/time-tracky (for the last time with this season thank god, but open for calls if you want although i'm going to bed soon.]]