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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 - the neighbor
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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 seen Foggy and Karen out of the apartment, she padded her way back to the bedroom and pressed down on Matt's talking clock just to find out that it was only quarter past two in the afternoon. With a groan she slumped down onto the bed and wondered what the hell she could do; Matt's apartment was bleak and almost entirely empty.
She pushed herself back up and found her shoes and jacket, putting them on at a leisurely pace. She was still tired and ready to pass out, but her stomach was growling so loudly that it made her own growls sound like kitten mews.
She patted her jacket pockets to make sure she had her wallet, grabbed the apartment key Matt had left on the coffee table and left.
The first place the wolf trailed to was the only Chinese take-out place that she could find that was actually open so early. Even though she had debated buying and trying something different; she settled for her usual and picked Matt up the same.
The next thing the woman wanted to do was visit Jessica, the only issue was that Malcome was likely there; neither he nor Trish knew she was alive; perhaps she would take the cowards way out and ask Jessica to tell them for her, it might help her avoid another smack at least.
With her mindset on doing exactly that, Olivia walked her way back to the quiet apartment and let herself in; quickly storing Matt's food in the fridge that was completely empty, bar a few bottles of sauce.
The wolf poured her own food onto a plate she found whilst searching through the cupboards and settled onto the couch in silence.
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After Olivia had demolished her meal and rubbed her bloated stomach like a pregnant woman for at least twenty minutes, she tried her best to stay awake and wait up for the vigilante with a death wish, but by eight in the evening she had migrated towards the bed and the second her head hit the pillow it was game over.
She slept like the dead.
And by slept like the dead, I mean the dead. She didn't wake up until the following morning at eleven. Thankfully Matt did have a mirror in his bathroom, probably for his previous guests he would have over. But at least Olivia could sort out the absolute mess that almost fifteen hours of sleep had turned her into.
