Nagala

Chapter 10: To Render Unconscious

                              

The next morning, Abigail woke up in her bed at the sound of distant water running. She sat up slowly and stretched her arms above her head, then her back. The blanket that covered her up and hid half of her nightwear, got thrown off. With her standing up, her feet soon patted across the wood floor and one hand rubbed one of her eyes. A big yawn escaped her mouth when she was almost there at her door. "Is Rov in the bathroom?" she asked quietly to no one in particular and turned the nob to the door. Down the one flight of stairs, she looked at the door and saw a light illuminating from the crack of it. "Rov, you in there?" she asked with a gentle knock on the door.

"Yes." His voice sounded from behind the door. Abigail nodded a couple of times before turning and pressing her back against the surface. Arms folded and green eyes appearing distant, she wondered when during the day they could head out. "After you're done, I'll take my shower and we can head out. Got to find a job before my dad comes back," she said.

"Sure." That was all he gave for a response. It was as if on cue, the water was turned off and the sound of clothes rustling occurred. Abigail's eyes darted to the left but didn't move her head. She could hear Rov's bare feet squeaking on the slick flooring inside.

"Sounds like sneakers... Haha.~" she said to herself and chuckled lightly. Thinking about basketball players at her school running around in the gym, made her smile and giggle. Soon the image of Rov playing basketball came to mind; him running across the gymnasium, bouncing a basketball, and his shoes squeaking, made her burst out laughing. Just the image of him being clad in his black attire, cloak waving behind him, dribbling the ball, and other basketball players in Jerseys chasing him. That thought made her day. What caught her off-guard, was when the door she was leaning against, opened. "Ee-!" She squealed and nearly fell backward if it wasn't for Rov catching her by placing both hands on her shoulders. Her head lifted and saw that black hood over his head. She could barely see his caramel eyes within the shade of it.

"I heard you giggling," he stated in his mid-toned, clear, yet quiet voice.

"Y- Yeah... I was just... Thinking, about how squeaky your feet sounded from out here. They sounded like a pair of sneakers on the gymnasium floor.~" She teased, smiled, and giggled.

"I've never heard of sneakers or gymnasium before but, I'm sure it's funny." he smiled and watched her stand up straighter. "You're next," he added.

Rov stepped aside and let her through, before getting out of the doorway. "Thanks," Abigail said, entered the bathroom, and smiled. Once she shut the door, the man clad in black shook his head and crossed his arms. It didn't take long until the sound of rushing water met his ears, he knew she was starting up the shower.

During his little waiting game, he looked down at his stomach the moment he felt it rumble. I can't be hungry. I ate not that long ago. I don't feel hungry either. He pondered and hummed in wonder.

About fifteen minutes later, the girl herself opened the door. She was in a towel and looked away. "Do... You mind?" she asked nervously.

"Sorry," he said and turned around. He could feel his cheeks heating up from the sight. He didn't know why, since he'd seen her in a towel before. "I'll wait down here until you get changed," he added.

"Okay, I won't take long," she said and hurried up the stairs to her room. Today was the day she went out job hunting and doing a little window shopping in stores. He hoped that saving up for a whole month would do the trick since she'd be combining her money with Rov's in the end. In her room, the wardrobe doors opened and she pulled out some black skinny jeans that appeared to be a bit ripped, a white shirt, and a brown leather yet thin belt. Within three minutes her attire was put on and now she was brushing her hair. It didn't take long for her to finish, she's never really been taught how to brush her hair properly or even have her hair done. She stood to her feet and lightly felt the sides of her brown locks, making sure it wasn't frizzy.