Nevar perched on my left arm for a minute before tapping the tattoo of his likeness on my wrist with his beak.
Tap Tap Tap Nip. Everything went dark for a second and my body was filled with heat and cold at the same time.
“What are you wearing?” Seb signed laughing.
Looking down I took the ridiculous outfit in and immediately wanted to un-accept the whole thing. “I don’t do the whole goth leather bondage thing so this will have to go”
“Don’t look at me, it's what the last reaper chose to wear. Though she admittedly pulled it off better than you. No offense.”
“Don’t tell me all of that was for a wardrobe change!”
“Course not. Picture somewhere you know well. Then picture yourself there.”
Rolling my eyes I closed them and pictured my kitchen and the last of the pastries on the table.
With THe sound of wings and momentary vertigo, I was suddenly on my butt. I opened my eyes to find myself next to the table in the kitchen.
My phone buzzed. Seb texted me where I went, the random letters thrown in suggesting he was panicking. I grabbed my pastry and walked back out to the yard.
“What just happened?” Seb signed when he saw me.
“I guess I just teleported to the kitchen” I replied struggling to make the signs with the pastry in my hand.
“ Don’t talk with your hands full and leave it to you to think with your stomach.” Seb signed, seeming to check me over for missing or backward appendages.
“I’m never going to drive anywhere again!”
Speaking of, I have to get ready for work. Seb went to finish his coffee as I grabbed my scrubs and towel headed for the shower.
After getting dressed I closed my eyes and pictured the bathroom by the time card machine at work. It occurred to me that someone might see me too late as the sound of wings and vertigo left me on my butt the cold of the tiles sinking in. Thankfully no one was in the bathroom.
