(Tam's PoV) March 22nd, 2018
I woke up on Keefe's side of his bed, again. I didn't mind too much though, I just wished he would stop stealing the blanket and making me go over to him. I sighed, and smirked, deciding to wake him up.
"Awaken, sweetheat, it's the big day!" I put on a sugar-sweet tone and poked him sharply in his shoulder. He grumbled awake and pulled me towards him. I should be nervous for the Tribunal, but Keefe and I don't worry about these things until we complete our haircare, skincare, and have twenty shots of espresso each.
"No.... ten more minutes," Keefe's voice was deeper than usual and I blushed, then scoffed and shook him. He made a sad "mmmm.." sound that was way to hot. "Are you.. blushing?" He had the audacity to suggest such a ludicrous thing, and I got up out of his grasp.
"Me? Blushing? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard." I tossed my tangled hair for dramatic effect and then paused. "Love you, Funkyhair!" I sashayed over to the bathroom, and I could feel Keefe's eyes on me. I closed the door and then changed into a black hoodie and sweatpants, which were way more comfy than anything I've ever worn. And no, before you ask, I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, thank you very little.
On the counter were an ungodly amount of hair products, but I do have to admit, a quarter were mine (that's about 58, but who's counting?). I brushed out all my tangles and put on heat protection spray before I flat ironed my hair, and then put on some anti-frizz spray for long lasting beauty. Then I brushed my teeth quickly before I unlocked the bathroom door.
"Oi!" I grabbed Keefe's light silvery shirt and brought him in the bathroom. He smiled and hugged me, then pulled away with a smirk.
"Getting handsy, huh, Tammy?" He kissed me lightly on the lips and then grabbed his hairbrush. He ran it through his hair and began his haircare routine and I started my skincare.
"Are you starting skincare without me? I am offended!" He put his hand on his chest and gasped loudly. I snickered and washed my face. After that, I applied my rosewater and chamomile scented lotion (yes, I like to smell nice, fuck off). As the lotion set, I grabbed my four face masks. One for hydrating, one for my acne, one for glow, and one to clean my stupid pores.
By now, Keefe was done with the hair and just started on his skincare. I was on my fourth face mask and decided to make my daily coffee.
"Keefe, come on, let's make some coffee so we can process the damn Tribunal that we have to go through tonight." I said this once, and I'll say it again: I don't process or think about shit that isn't my skincare or anything else beauty related at 8 A.M..
He follows me down into the kitchen right after I grab my skincare fridge and a basket for other hair products and my accessories. I place my ice blue fridge on the table, and Keefe places his silver one across from mine.
"I'm making me and you two espresso cups,--yes, two for each of us!--with 10 shots in each, ok? I'll put in milk and sugar too, I know how you like your coffee." I grabbed four cups and the milk. After that, I measured out the blended coffee mix and let the espresso maker do its magic. Sophie got me one as a midterms gift three years ago, and Dex made it solar powered. I've been using it every day since. Keefe got one too, and he drank nearly as much coffee as me!
The face mask was ready to be peeled off, and so was my coffee. I also got out my half gallon water bottle and filled it with water. I took a long sip and sat down at the dining table with all of our beverages.
"I have made coffee. Now I just need to drink water and finish my skincare. I still have seven more steps in my morning routine, and you have nine, Kiki." Kiki was Keefe's new nickname, because he just fits the name and it's super cute! I took a few sips of coffee and looked at my watch. It read 9:30 and I sighed a bit.
I grabbed my eye patches and roller to reduce puffiness. Keefe peeled off his third face mask and grabbed his roller too.
"So," I sipped my water, "are you ready? Because we have a solid defense and a few of our friends will be there. I doubt that we'll endure anything too bad. I'll be surprised if we get off scott-free, though." I said it calmly, but Keefe still burst out laughing.
"It sounds like--we committed fucking murder!"
"I know, right? They're giving us a Tribunal for being gay, but not for all the laws we broke! Like destruction of property, and technically, we betrayed the Council!" I remember that happening, the feeling of when Gisela knocked me out and almost killed Silveny and Greyfell. I also remember Keefe coming back with a fake cache, man that sucked.
I laughed as we spoke about the laws we broke and how the Council didn't give a shit then. We talked about how I used to like Biana, and how Keefe liked Sophie. We were 18, and the war was over, but none of us ever really recovered. I mean, we all did almost die.
Keefe and I finished our skincare and our coffee at 10:45, and we got ready to go out. Keefe was wearing a jerkin and pants, while I was wearing a cropped hoodie with sweatpants and sunglasses. I had a watch on too, and it told the time and date, which I found helpful.
"Ready to kick some Council ass tonight?" I slipped on my boots, ready for the day. I gave Keefe a quick kiss on the cheek and we went out into the cool March weather.
We went out because at some point, both of us wanted to go to Atlantis, and shopping is important to do at least once every other month.
We decided to go shopping for each other. We each had exquisite taste, so obviously, we wanted to see if we could get nice clothes and accessories for each other. We went to the city together, I gave Keefe my measurements and he gave me mine. Then we split up, ready for our adventure.
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