Zilla took to her leisure upon awaking. arefully she slid out of her PJ's and into her jeans. Just as she did so, she heard the others come in and announce themselves. She made sure her door was looked, then continued her morning routene. Once dressed, he washed er face and brushed her hair, throwing it into a long, messy pony- tail as she slid down the stairs sleepily, yawning the time. At the bottom of the stairs, she almost bumped into the others, whom had introduced themselves as Mori and Toya.
She gave them a sheepish smile as she slid around them. She couldn't help bu to eye Mori up and down a couple times. He was cute, but she wasn't oing to make a call just on that. She gave another stiffled yawn and said to them. "Hey, I'm Zilla Maru. Friends call me Zills, or Zilla-chan."
Without waiting for a reply she slid into the doorway of the next room, the kitchen, and began to dish herself a pancake. "Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Ray."
Zilla had never eaten much at a time. After all, she was still getting over her Belimea, a rare eating disorder. She hoped that it wouldn't seem rude to the Ray family that she was taking such small portions.
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Chase pulled into the driveway, manuvering ever so carefully with the trailer in tow behind the pick- up. Once parked, he took several minutes to position and adjust the trailer, nxt to the barn. Burllan was still a little upset from the drive, and had just gotten to sleep. So, Chase reached through the door slitts and strocked the horse's backside twice before giving it a patt and heading twards the back door. He yawned, remembering that his sister must have gotten rather large in the two weeks he'd been gone. After a few more secconds, he relized too that his home would be over- run with mis- behaved city teenagers. He sighed and tightened the hat a littler firmer about his head.
After a moment, he slid open the back door rather casually. This part of the house was quiet, but he could hear the sound of breakfast being served not far over. He smiled at the warm, familiar smells of home cooking, something he had missed durring his trip. He called in his loud, echoing voice so i could be heard, still sweet, through the hall and next room. "Mother, father! Chasey's home!"
Chase yawned and slid his hat off, placing it on a hook a foothold inside the door. Immediately his messy, blonde hair fell from it before his near- emerald eyes. He stiffled a yawn, revealing pear- like teeth. He ran his long fingers through his locks, again falling into his face, and took a few steeps twards the kitchen. It would be nice to see his family again.