chapter three. a new day
She awoke yawning looking around just to find Trigger asleep next to her.
"Brother, your late for work again" she sighed as she tried to shake him awake.
"mhmm?" he turned and stared at her.
"well? I thought if you where late again you would get fired?!?" she all most screamed.
"Brittny... I quit my job... I called them last night..." he whispered softly.
"No Trigger... you can't just quit. You loved that job so much!" she sobed looking up at her older brother no sure what to say.
"I have to find something more during the day, I can't leave you alone at night.... Something all ways happens to you." he stated with a fierce look.
"But Trigger..." she slowly whispered "you just can't stop working like that..."
"I'm going to be working from here now. As an artist and you can help me and earn some profit yourself" he smiled at her.
"Ok I guess...." she sighed looking around to see hardly anything in the room.
They weren't real family but it would seem that way at first glance. They had photos of them everywhere. In the heart of New Orleans his fur was all ways to long compared to her which she kept so short in hopes of never having anyone appeal to her. She smiled at one photo of them in the French Quarter her giggling as she ran from a short man in a top hat with gray fur. Her brother standing off to the side enjoying his "little sister" playing. She studied the room and saw little to nothing. The couch she had slept on for years since she moved in and the small kitchen where they had enjoyed so many meals together. She looked at the roof to see a pink stain, smiling remembering the first time she ever used a blender how she forgot to cover it. She remembered her brother walking in to see her covered in strawberries her fur matted with smears of juice and ice.
"Trigger... How do I work this thing?" she asked giggling.
"well damn I knew I shouldn't have left you here..." he sighed helping her clean the mess and showed her how to cover the blender to keep from making a mess again.
She giggled coming back to the present day looking at the brother she never truly had in blood but had in heart.
"Now what can be so funny?" he asked her tilting his hard.
"That is..." she smiled pointing up to the roof toward the kitchen.
"Ah, your little spill?" he said chuckling.
"Little? Haha it toke us how long to get all the gunk out of my fur?" she asked sighing pulling at the ends that where shorter then others.
"Just a few hours... I think... or did we keep finding it for weeks?" he laughed.
"Your such an ass sometimes" she giggled throwing her pillow at him.
He ducked swiftly and looked at her, "I take it your feeling better?" he said eyeing her.
"indeed I do better then I've been in a while I think we should go get some supplies for our new careers!" she exclaimed grabbing a white tee and some jeans.
"Maybe you should let me make sure your magical self has properly healed" he said making her sit.
"fine then" she said lifting the back of her torn frail muscle shirt.
"well damn..." he sighed.
"well what?" she exclaimed scared he would go with out her.
"your healed go get dresses we'll go shopping" he sighed hopping he could make her rest more.
"YAY!" she exclaimed bolting for the bathroom to change and finally have one day of peace.