What are friends for? Oh right... [Katya]

[Jen Mitchellson]

Jen was in front of her brother's home... again. Well, wasn't that convenient? She surely spent more time here than she did at her own flat. Not that it was surprising. Being all alone left the girl wandering up and down the town and, when she found nothing better to do, she wound up bugging her favourite people in the world. So she knocked her usual tone BAM bam bam BAM and waited. What? That was far more gun than ringing a bell! 

The girl tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, turning to look down at her cellphone as if she had any texts there. Nothing new. Oh well, at least she appeared to be busy to others. She didn't have to wait long either, because the door opened and Jen turned to smile at the girl. 

"Kitty Kat, how's my favourite racially ambiguous brother's roomie?" She pushed past the girl, moving into the place as if it was her own house and went to the fridge, not even bothering to hear the girl if she said anything. 

"So!" She said, as if she was about to say something of utter importance, opening the fridge and looking inside. "No diet coke?" She rolled her eyes and turned to the girl, "Anyway, so this new game came out, right? And of course I totally had to have it. Did I say game, I meant... shoes." She grinned, as she obviously was lying. "Anyway! I spend, maybe a bit more than normal and that's totally okay, right?I'm worth the world. Look at me!" She smiled again, "So I got that for me for being so awesome and what do I get next? Daddy texts me and says he'll put a limit on my credit card! That's totally lame, right? Well, I bitch about it of course, like that other time, but just when I think he'll change his mind I hear I dunno who say something, probably his whore or whatever, and he says he won't change his mind! Ugh." She rolled her eyes and leaned over a table, and that was the first time she actually saw the girl. 

"That's what you're wearing?" She asked, completely out of subject, but meaning to ruffle some feathers. "It's-" She gave her a coy grin, "Nice?" 

[Katya Moschella]

Katya had herself only gotten home a little while ago, having hit the shops after classes.She'd been in her room, trying on her spoils - would the plaid skirt work better for tomorrow, or the lacy shorts? - when a familiar series of bangs came from downstairs. A surprise visit?

Price tag still dangling from her shorts, Katya raced downstairs to answer the door.

"Hen, hi!" she barely managed to exclaim before the girl strode right in. No surprise there; confining Jen to the porch would be like trying to shut out hurricane-grade gusts of wind. "I'm good! Hey, do you wanna see what I got - " But before she could finish the sentence, the girl had swept right past her to the kitchen to question the lack of diet coke.

"I might have some sprite in my - " Nope, steamrolled again. That rankled a bit, as well as the dig about shoes, but more importantly, Jen was getting to the meat of her story. With some people, like Jayson, it was like pulling teeth to get more than a handful of words out of them. But if Jen wanted to gossip, then Kat would listen, inserting nods and "no way!"s where appropriate.

But when the subject switched to her outfit, that was a different story.

"Well excuse me!" Katya shot back, mock offense on her face. "I will have you know that I look adorable - " she struck a pose, the kitchen suddenly a photoshoot - " thank you very much!"

"I just got them today," Kat went on, "but I can't decide what to wear tomorrow, there's this girl in English I want to impress, wanna help me pick something out? You can talk about your /game/ if you want." She pulled a face at the word "game," but that disgust was also fake. Video games weren't really her thing, but she didn't dislike them as much as she liked to tease.

[Jen Mitchellson]

After her little rant, Jen grinned widely as she finally managed to ruffle Kat's feathers. Leave it to the girl to only care for her outfit than for being overthrown at her own home.

"So they're new?" Said Jen with a smirk, "You should've called me. I could've totally gone shopping." Except she didn't have any money, but those were petty details she'd rather not dwell on. She chuckled as the girl posed and she took out her cellphone and positioned it in front of her, "Wait- hold it. i want to keep this memory for prosperity... and for blackmail purposes." She took a pic, but whether Katya had kept the pose or not, didn't matter. Jen would always be teasing.

"Well, why don't you show me what you got and I can help with that." She moved from her spot to get closer to the bags and take a peek at what her friend had gotten. "We all know we can't trust you with anything, much less fashion." She was smirking though, obviously still trying to get the girl mad, but it was just so difficult! Kat was just so... nice! Which was terrifying for the sarcastic Jen.

"Nah, that's okay. And I said shoes, remember? Shoes!" Jen smirked as she kept her geekness a secret from mostly everyone, but Katya? Well, she was a different story. She was very much like a foster sister, or at least that's how Jen saw her, considering how close she was to her brother. The two were just so much fun to bug, Jen just thought of them both as family. "I'll rather know more about this girl that has you enraptured." Jen smirked at her. "Is she hot?"