Babysitter’s Knees (Tangerine and pablohoney)

[Tangerine]

Finally. Some calm and quiet was established following the bedtime of the kids she babysat. Which naturally meant that it wasn't quite early. Which meant she’d once again had to work late. She still was working in fact, waiting for her employer to finally come back from work so she herself could go home. At least she hoped the mother was at work, and hopefully not just hanging around, trusting that someone was there to look after the kids, and could do it a bit more.

Her choice of waiting spot during these instances of late arrival didn't change. It was an easy chair in the living room that faced the front door. A floor lamp to dramatically illuminate her from above, she read a book in it. Her legs were crossed, the one resting above lightly kicking up and down. A little habit of hers, reflecting some level of frustration. Instead of having her firm lil’bottom spread out in a chair, she should have been busy with other things, she felt like. On the other hand, some of the terms they had agreed on were supposed to let the sitter enforce certain ways of dicip-

“Oh, finally.” The opening of the door broke her thoughts. Kinsey shook her head, tucking a rebellious golden lock behind her ear. Being an orderly young woman, she sounded so as well. “Good evening, Ms,” she greeted the lady of the house. “Must have been a rather busy day.”

[pablohoney]

*the woman opening the door looked at kinsey with her usual look, witch wasnt a nice one, it reeked of self suficiante superiority complex and egotistical judgement, kristen was that type of lady, she rubbed her slicked back grey hair in one fast motion, even if she was only in her early 30's she felt around 1000 year old, the grey hair shining like silver, the grey man suit that looked like it belonged in the 70's, her angry frown that never left her and her purple make up that made her look like an angry mix between a badger and a drag performer, she looked at kinsey in defiance, it was her home, she wasnt about to get pushed around*


"mmh yes indeed, all day's are big day's, you dont get on top of the world to twindle your thumbs do you... mhm.." *a soft cold chuckle escaped kristen*

[Tangerine]

Very well aware of the importance of her job–taking care of the kids–and accordingly, the importance of her role in the house, the babysitter wasn't quite fazed by Kristen's dramatic entrance. Regardless of how bossy of a witch she might be outside, she was a mother under this very roof. And not a flawless one either.

While said mother practised her villain laugh, apparently, Kinsey rolled her eyes, closing her book and placing it on the table nearby.

“Mhm. Yea…” She nodded a few times. “Well my day was all about small people. Who give me big trouble.” Slowly, she got up, adjusting her jeans and t-shirt. “Well it's no longer day, though I'm somehow still working?” She added with a squint. “Anyhow. I'm positive, Ms, that a diligent person such as yourself hasn't forgotten about our little deal?”