Making an effort for the family. [PRP; Vianne]

[Billie.]

It's early in the morning, approximately: 6:05am, and the living room is lit up with the smell of cooking salami burning and eggs sticking a little too much. "God fucking -" Billie begins, trying a little too hard to conquer breakfast with what little they all had. Her expertise in the kitchen as nonexistence as her bank account balance. "Shit, shit!" The blonde growls beneath her breath. Finally torturing her attempt enough into dispersing confidence she shuts off the gas eye and takes on a defeated look.

Rosie might eat it happily, since used to her mother's horrendous cooking. (Billie honestly rued the day her daughter realized she didnt really know what she was doing .. or doing wrong.) But Vianne was another story... she'd laugh and tease her about it, likely in front of their pack members. There was nothing like the ginger werewolf to play into the role she was forcefully given so expertly. At first, the younger girl might have leeched onto the blonde due to her innate sense to mother. A byproduct of a daughter five years too young to ever understand. In retrospection that was why Billie's wolf, more prone to outburst of teeth and wrath, had never raised a tooth or drawn blood to Vianne's. They had shared the same werewolf ''father''. Either way it's not that Billie merely tolerates the young woman, she dotes after her as if actual blood, both in wolf and not now. 

But still hates to suffer her laughter ringing across the hallway.

"Maaaaaaaaaybe I'll just wake Emarose up first". She thinks. Though not a second after it leaves her lips she hears Vianne's clumsy feet stumbling across the wooden boards of their old house, currently finally nearing the end of it's fix up. 

Vianne would walk in only to find the blonde hunched over her black bit eggs and crispy salami her back to her sister.

"I swear t' fuckin' god Vianne if you say a god-damn thing to me I'll give you a wedgie so hard one of your tits, what lil' ya got,  will just fuckin' explode from the pressure."

And reaching over the sink towards the cabinets she grabs at plates. 

"and you'll be eatin' shit for breakfast instead. I SWEAR!"

[Vianne]

The scent of sticking eggs and singed salami greets her well before she even cracks an eye at the pale dawn creeping through her window. Nose wrinkling, Vianne huffs a breath and rolls in groggy slumber... Before the meaning of such a smell fully registers. Blue eyes pop open, awake and alert. Billie's cooking. The werewolf groans and pulls herself from threadbare covers to sit on the edge of her shaggy mattress. A hand runs through red hair too tangled to part with her fingers halfway. Glancing at the clock, she sniffs and shuffles to stand and wander towards the kitchen before the whole thing blows up in a giant plume of smoke. Ka-Blooey.

It smells god-awful, like someone's roasting shoe leather and soaking it in fatback to hide the damage, Billie's signature cover-up. Chuckling, the woman shakes her head and smiles a greeting full of tooth and tease. The blond beats her to it, knowing full well how these sorts of mornings have gone in the past.

"I swear t' fuckin' god Vianne if you say a god-damn thing to me I'll give you a wedgie so hard one of your tits, what lil' ya got, will just fuckin' explode from the pressure. And you'll be eatin' shit for breakfast instead. I SWEAR!"

"Well damn, good morning to you too." She snickers and leans into the doorway, but crosses her arms over her tank top. Emarose won't be up for another thirty minutes at the most, unless she wakes up thinking the house is on fire- But on second thought, no, the girl's eaten enough burnt crisps to kill most of her young taste buds. She'll wake up bright and eager despite the carnage her mother's made of the kitchen. There's a reason one of them cooks and the other plays waitress. Sniffing, Vianne eyes the cast iron skillet smoldering on the stove and hopes to heaven and whatever god there is that Billy hasn't scraped off the seasoning with that horrid metal spatula of hers on the counter.
Feet amble towards the table to casually investigate, but she stays clear enough out of reach to poke and prod with baiting words. 

"So... What'd it used to be? Eggs?" Eggs and some unidentifiable meat. She raises a coy brow and leans her stomach over the back of a chair from the other end of the table, "Or didya finally catch that thing that's been snoopin' 'round the garbage?" A laugh slips (they really needed to catch... Whatever it was).

[Billie.]

Billie feigns patience with her teasing sister, and she almost makes it past the point of actually convincing perhaps -- before her mood and energy shifts like the wind. Her back going rigid and straight as the Alpha slips past her co-lead and set's finery down onto their old wood table. The vintage designed cloth sliding lower at one angle than another.

"Or didya finally catch that thing that's been snoopin' 'round the garbage?"

Billie rolls her eyes in disgust, the hackles on the back of her nape rising with red to her face. She takes the prodding for insult so early in the morning - and only doesnt raise her voice because her child lays sleepy and tucked into her bed still. The five year old wild with legs sprawled and mouth open, her strawberry blonde hair disheveled across round cheeks. She was born into a pack of wolves, the mean kind, and so Emarose was terribly used to loud noises and ruckus, but Billie would attempt to avoid the inevitable.

The wolf even almost distrust her, jealousy flaring in it's breast like a nasty weed and sprouting sometimes in jest turned into competition. Though wasnt that what it always was with wolves? And not just the two of them ? Sisters being  a proper term for the pair of squabbling adults about to whisper-bicker before breakfast. 

"I wake up all bright n' early boots and rally! jump on out of bed to make my princess darling sweethearted daughter some food and figured,'' Billy says fiercely beneath in a hiss beneath her breath. Exaggerated throwing her hands in the air as she transfers a set and a half of dishes and silverware to the table. "And decided out of the own sweetness of my heart to throw you a bone too, and this is how you repay me?" Her voice is dramatic and filled with both rage and hurt, and she follows through the notion with a hand over heart.

But just as suddenly the blonde is whirling to grab away the plate just set for Vianne and put it -forcefully - back into the cabinets. Her nose upturning. 

"Then you aint gon' have none since you wanna dog me down like that. You can just enjoy the scraps crybaby." 

RUDE!!!.