Room 504, Saturday Morning

[intraspective]

The door to the closet of room 504 burst open. "Well finally," the very unnaturally red-headed teenage girl snapped as she stalked out of it all in black. "Can you believe she had me in her suitcase?"

A much littler girl with natural red hair was sitting on the floor and carefully arranging the gorgeous scarlet and gold flowers in her hair. She gave a shrug at that. "Mama knows where she puts things."

"And you," the older said, hands on her hips. "Why didn't you get up and help me? Like, get off your ass and open the door?"

That got another shrug and a grin. "I'm doing what I'm supposed to do," she said with impeccable logic, "and that's keeping my flowers safe 'till Mama comes to check up on them again."

"Right." Yeah, that was getting the little girl a look. "We're so not staying here. I'm going to find her and you're coming with me."

"I don't wa—"

"Tough," she snapped, grabbing the younger girl by her arm and tugging her with her. "Shut up, you're coming, hon-est-ly. Do I have to do everything around here?"

[Estaaaablishy!]