Zombie Apocalypse (pt5)

She sighed loudly, walking behind him as if she were a Border Collie, herding him all the way to the kitchen. He allowed for this, because he was used to the treatment. “What are you wearing? Someone could see that!”

“Uh…” He decided against mentioning that at this time of night that was highly unlikely, focusing instead on the first question. “Clothes? Come on, Irish. You told me before you liked this jacket.”

“Off with it.” Her demand came with her back to him. With practice that came from a long since developed behavior, Tim took off his jacket and after a moment draped it over the back of another chair. “That button is loose. You didn’t notice?”

He examined it for what she was talking about. There it was, right in front. “No, I didn’t. Was in a bit of a hurry. You know, after midnight, not usually either of our deal.”

Even though she still didn’t face him, he could hear the clarity of her clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Then I’ll patch it up before you go. In case there is someone out there that sees you on your way home.”

“Irish, I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.”

“It won’t take too long. Did you want your chocolate with marshmallows today or not?”

“No thanks. You’re going to be in a bit of a hurry too.”

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