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[b][i]“Ye-yeah! Sorry….I’ll be out in a minute.”[/i][/b] Kimberly sighed softly, and moved away a little bit as she waited. However if Carla didn’t come out of the bathroom soon Kimberly would believe that the woman had done something to harm herself or was trying to. It really was a shame that Carla was so intent on not believing her and returning to her cousin, instead of seeing the truth in front of her. Maybe after she saw the truth about Liz, things would get easier. Maybe Carla wouldn’t be acting like a stubborn bitch, for lack of a better term. She stepped forward to go open the bathroom door herself, tired of waiting for Carla’s minute that in her worry, seemed like twenty, as the knob turned.

When Carla opened the door to the bathroom, the stream poured out of the room hitting Kimberly in the face slightly, as the cool air from the hallway flowed into the bathroom to replace the stream. Seeing Carla peek her head out to at her, Kimberly gave a soft relaxed smile. Much calmer that she had been a little over an hour ago, it usually took a lot to piss Kimberly off enough for her to easily stay angry. Carla was so pretty in the red dress and damp hair, Kimberly couldn't help but let her eyes scan the woman if front of her, taking in the beauty as Carla was making herself look away. Though she noticed the fact Carla was shaking slightly, she figured that it was because of the cool air after the hot shower.

As Carla asked about tights Kimberly thought of straight out saying no. Even though she actually wasn't sure if she did or not. Carla looked so good in the dress, even if she didn't want to believe it, though she clearly was uncomfortable and so Kimberly decided against it. [b]"I'm not sure actually. I'll have to look for some."[/b] She said before noticing the fact that Carla quite pale looking, and she took a step forward. [b]"Carla."[/b] She said in order to make Carla look up at her, so that she could see the paleness of her face. [b]"You look rather pale. Are you feeling alright? Go downstairs, you need to eat something, I’ll look to see if I have some tights. There's French toast in the microwave for you."[/b] She told her much more of a demand than a request, before giving her a worried look and going to her room to look for the tights.

While Kimberly was looking for tights, Ethan woke up a little after Carla made her way into the kitchen. Coming into the kitchen looking for some coffee, though he wasn’t exactly noisy, he did groan annoyed to see Carla there. Mainly because he really didn’t want to deal with screaming and crying this morning as tired as he already was. If she screamed he would cover the ear nearest to her, glaring. [b]“You’re not even my type, crazy bitch! Chill the fuck out!”[/b] He said grumpily dark blue eyes watching her reaction, then turning to get a cup from above the coffee maker and pouring him some. 

He was taking a few slips when Kimberly came back down the stairs, empty handed. [b]“Morning Ethan. Feel better?”[/b] She asked as she sat on the other side of the table from Carla. (Italian) [b]“I’d feel better if she stopped yelling every damn time I came in the room.”[/b] He answered gesturing to Carla as he pasted Kimberly and when towards the back door which was where his room was. Kimberly looked at Carla, to see if the paleness was gone. [b]“Sorry mio caro, I don’t have any tights.”[/b] She said a small smile tugged on her lips as her eyes scanned over Carla once more before going to get herself some coffee.