wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ thirty-first trauma//spring shed

[Mika's in her bathroom, standing in front of the sink wearing a tank top with a pair of scissors held in her right hand with her foremost locks of hair trapped between the fingers of her left hand. She looks tired even as she begins to cut, and even as she starts to pull tufts of her undercoat out, it starts to become obvious that she's grown in a few bands of paler hair near her face. And it seems like she's not planning on stopping at just her bangs. When she's finished shearing her hair falls roughly halfway between her shoulders and her chin, and she's looking at the mess in the sink with a detached sort of dismay. After all, she's just lopped off around ten inches of hair, and she's not sure how to feel about it.]

It's been over a week and I still don't feel any older. Just more tired. Whatever...

[She looks away from the sink towards the door to the bathroom and shouts.] Hey, Deuce? Want me to make some cookies or something? I feel like baking! Or cooking or something. You got any suggestions?

Need to clean up a mess first though. Last thing I need is a drain girl infestation....

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Sure, but you know I'm going to have to check that a few of them aren't poisoned. Keeping everyone's welfare in mind of course.

But of course. Just remember not to eat too many, or there won't be enough for the cookies. [Sadly she almost forgets that there's a very real chance that something is wrong with the chocolate chips, hopefully they'll be lucky this time.]

[Shiki laughs and shakes his head popping one into his mouth. They tasted fine.]

I did mean that as a joke, but I see your point. I don't think I've eaten anything that actually tastes good for a long time.

Almost makes me reluctant to return home in a weird way - knowing that the food's going to be awful. Strange to think I'm pampered here.

I did too.

Pfff, enjoy it while it lasts. Can't say I'd regret going home... [She sighs, continuing to measure ingredients.]

Well then we're all good aren't we?

[He takes another 2-3 and sets them aside on the countertop, ready to pour the bag in when Mika says. He smirks and lightly nudges her.]

I enjoy the company better than anything else. Food I can deal with.

✖ thirty-first trauma//spring shed - Accidental Video ✖

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