Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

She kept quiet, listening to her rebuttle and knowing she had struck a few nerves. Cara remembered the woman saying it was 'preferable' if she smoked far away from the complex and would refer to that if she tried to beg issue with her stepping out on a cold night to their balcony for a quick nicotine fix. The mentioning of her painting had her shaking her head quickly, face serious. You won't need to deal with a mess. When I work on art it would be in my room and no where you could see, and despite my appearance, she hummed easily. I am a tidy person and keep a clean space, that means no splatter, or stains of any kind. If something unforeseeable were to happen like a drop of paint getting somewhere it shouldn't? I would take full responsibility and fix it, same as if one of us broke something. Cara noticed the flush that raced over the other woman's cheeks and her grin broadened dangerously. Oh that was....that was interesting. She smirked as she watched her explain her terms. Understood, no screams of breathless passion will be disturbing your beauty sleep. But do you really want me rising you from the grave everytime I bring home a one night stand to ask for your permission? I mean, I usually get home a little past your bedtime, she said with a grin. But I don't pick up randoms and usually know them through a friend of a friend at least, and if I come home past ten you won't hear me enter or them exit the apartment. Scout's honor. The statement about pushing Cara to buy all of the food while all Marisa did was cook a few dinners had her biting her tongue as she waited until the end of the 'tour' before she would address it. Look, you wanna cook a meal for me? Whatever, do your Martha Stewart, stepford wives thing, but I am not going to be going out and dropping half my paycheck each week to pay for intricate little dishes that I may not even have time to eat due to my schedule. Howabout we compromise, she said, lightly. If I move in we make up a list of meals we both agree to go halves on for dinner, because I am sorry, you are right...eating on a budget? It does make sense and is more affordable to do homecooked meals-but your scenario only financially beneifts you if our arrangement is for me to pay for dinner each night for the both of us while all you do is cook. Cara waited for a moment to let her words sink in as she leaned against a counter quietly watching the other woman. Instead? How about we go halves, regardless of who cooks. I can afford a one dollar burger from a fast food chain a lot easier than I can afford to pay for groceries to feed both you and I every night. I do want to contribute though so we are even, so any time you cook a meal I clean up, that way we both put in the same amount of money so it isn't a stretch or burden for either of us, and we both physically take an active role in the process of a meal. I'm not going to end up paying for all of the food while all you do is cook-been with a roommate who tried that and I ended up paying for her expensive eating habits that I never even got to enjoy because I was always stuck working late or caught on a strict deadline and left me struggling to make ends meet for rent. We are both adults, I'm not your spouse bringing home the bacon while you play housewife in the kitchen but I do respect your idea and think we can make it work in a way that is beneficial to us both. If splitting dinner costs and agreeing together to a list of meals though is too much for you, she shrugged. Well it's up to you, but I would hope it would be and if we can agree to that compromise I will sign the lease now and be moved in tomorrow morning. Cara waited arms folded over her chest for a response, knowing full well Marisa could say no and show her the door. Hell, Cara was almost expecting it at this point. But she stood firm, not willing to potentially risk financially compromising herself with a rule she felt could be viewed as unfair and had the potential to screw her over and unable to make rent payments. Besides, there was a basement apartment she might be willing to go back to if she became that desperate...though the owner was reminded her of a horror flick villain and she didn't want to end up in a hole with lotion being lowered to her in a basket like in Silence of the Lambs.