Tiffany

Resolution

California ended up taking Texas's room. According to New Mexico, Texas was the one who had added the little items to the pot and placed it on his bed. So it only made sense to California that he take his room as payback. Especially since Texas had left to go to a bar with some others.

When Texas got home from the bar and discovered California sleeping in his bed, he did the nice thing and carried California back to his room.

Just kidding, he pushed California to the floor and went to sleep himself. In fact he was still asleep when California woke up. His back ached from being pushed to the floor, and then sleeping on said floor. Would it kill Texas to invest in a rug or something?

He grumbled under his breath and left. There's no reason to stick around any longer. Texas talked in his sleep and it was annoying.

The damned pot was still sitting on his bed when California returned to his room. He avoided eye contact with it as he shifted through his closet for a new set of clothes. His current outfit was all wrinkled from falling asleep in it.

California tripped over his dirty clothes pile. He should probably do laundry now. It'll be an excuse to be out of his room and away from the plant. Or, what's left of the plant. The new decorations really take up most of the pot and the tiny pile of ash is nothing.

He passes by a few early riser states on his way to the laundry room. New York is playing a game on his DS. Minnesota and Iowa were playing a casual game of checkers. South Carolina, Missouri, and Mississippi are looking over the blueprints for something as they eat muffins.

As he loaded his laundry into the washer, California could hear people enter the kitchen next door. At first California just tried to ignore it, thinking it was just Arkansas. But when he heard Gov he nearly smacked his head against a cabinet door. He threw in a few tide pods and slammed the washer shut.

Gov was only half-listening to Arkansas recounting his dream as he waited for the coffee maker to dispense him a fresh cup. He really could not bring himself to care about what Arkansas had to say. It was too early in the morning. And unless it had to do with his meeting that was in... 37 minutes, it shouldn't be on his mind.

California enters the kitchen, trying to act nonchalant. He ignores Arkansas glaring at him as he pushes past him in order to just happen to end up next to the coffee machine. And next to Gov.

"Good morning Gov. Sleep well?" California asks. He grabs his own coffee cup out of the cabinet.

Gov doesn't look at California. He turns the other way, toward the bread box and toaster. The coffee pot starts gurgling to life. Just the thing that Gov needed.

"I was in the middle of talking California." Arkansas says. He steps between Gov and California. "Kinda rude to interrupt don't ya think?"

"I need to talk about something important. Besides- he wasn't even listening."

"Wha-?" Arkansas whipped around to look at Gov, hurt. He wasn't listening to his story? But-

Gov finished buttering his toast and grabbed his now full cup away from the coffee machine. "Sorry Arkansas, I have a busy morning. I'll listen to it later but I really have a meeting I really need to get to."

With that, Gov quickly left the kitchen with his breakfast. He didn't acknowledge California or stop when the state tried to get in front of him. If California didn't know better, he'd think that Gov had tried to time the door to close on his face on purpose. But that's- ridiculous.

Arkansas chuckled at California's pout. "Looks like somebody ain't a fan of the person who burnt his plant to ash."

"Well I'm going to fix that issue today. So you worry about minding your own business." California said. He slammed his coffee cup on the counter. It was too early in the morning to deal with this.