"Cally!", Kit called out. No response. "Sweetie, are you ready?", she asked as she adjusted her leather jacket and tied her dark brown hair in a high ponytail. Looking in the mirror, she inspected her appearance in the mirror: her outfit and hair was well kept, her dark complexion looked healthy enough and still kept a physically capable physique. In her eyes, that was pretty good when living in a cramped apartment downtown.
After another pregnant silence, she sighed exasperatedly and stormed across the hallway and burst into the younger girl's room. When she stormed in, she immediately saw the girl sitting on the battered sofa. She looked to be about eighteen-years old, cherry red hair cascading down her shoulders, ending halfway down her back, emerald eyes staring right Kit-
And holding a piece of paper along with a lighter.
Kit nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw a small bonfire in the bin in front of her. She rushed into the room, grabbing a nearby fire extinguisher and put out the inferno, the flames hot against her skin, her heartbeat escalating. Once it was out, Cally gave Kit an annoyed and judgmental 'what's the big idea?' look. Kit was giving her the same look, but for a completely opposite reason.
"What was that for, Kit?!", Cally exclaimed.
Kit looked at her, wide-eyed. "Alright, you're not the one who gets to be mad! Why are you setting stuff on fire?!"
Cally pulled a phone out of her jean pocket, showing the screen to her. "Look. Adam texted me asking me to "take care" of the old case files, so I figured I'd-" She gestured to the lighter. "-you know, take care of them."
Kit's gobsmacked look didn't disappear. "I seriously doubt that's what Adam meant."
"You don't know that!", she snapped back.
She sighed and had to forcefully pry the lighter out of the girl's hand. "Besides, you shouldn't be messing around with lighters."
Cally cringed. "Since when did you become my mother?"
She shuddered. "Thanks for giving me that image.", she sarcastically commented.
The girl smiled back. "You're very welcome."
She shook her head, remembering what she was there for. "Are you ready to leave?"
"For what?", Cally asked, scrunching up her face in confusion.
Kit's mouth hung open. "Don't tell me you forgot?" Cally's expression didn't change. "The new case?" No change. "The investigation?" Nope. "At the spooky asylum?!"
Her face lit up. "Oh yeah! That wild house."
"I still don't get why you're so excited about visiting an asylum." She stopped herself. "Then again, you are ecstatic about mansions, abandoned theme parks and everyday graveyards so it really shouldn't be a surprise that you're excited for this stuff."
"Come on! Who doesn't love abandoned theme parks?"
For a moment, Kit stared Cally down at how childish she was acting; both with her reaction and forgetting the case. Then it hit her. "I almost forgot who I was talking to for a second. Now, never mind." She paced over to the other side of the room and grabbed a nearby grey fleece.
She chucked it over to Cally. "Grab your jacket; we're moving."
Cally blew a few strands of hair out of her face revealing a sly grin. "Looking forward to it."