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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Seasonal Affective Disorder. I've heard of it, we'll have to pick you up a sunlamp just so you can get your melatonin levels up.

Nah, I'll be alright. The past few months have just been kinda harsh, I guess.

Yeah, I hear you.

Look, you need anything don't hesitate to drop me a line. Hopefully things will get better now that the spring's coming back even if it doesn't look it.

We'll see. I don't expect things to be this gloomy for long.

Mm, even still I'll remember to be prepared for the worst. Just in case.

Yeah, you never know what could happen.

I could help you prepare for it if you want?

[Totes not going to mention his injuries to her.]

Sure.

[If there was blood involved she will smell it on him and demand to know what happened.]

I'll see you in a while?

[Hah. He's screwed. Bandages wrapped around his right shoulder and torso. His shirt and jacket were ruined by it XD]

Okay.

[Yeah, he is not getting out of being badgered this time. D:]

[Silly boy~]

Alright, I'll catch you in a while.

[The feed clicks off and about half an hour later or so a familiar knock can be heard at her door, all the while trying to hide his wounds. Reason for his rapid arrival? He's sick of being apartment bound.]

Hey, it's me.

Safe trip.

[She was rummaging in the pantry to see if there were any baking supplies when she hears the knock, and trots out to get the door with a can of tomato paste in one hand. Tail wagging as she opens the door, she smiles.]

Hey, yourself. [The smile drops as she gets a whiff of him, her pupils dilating instantly.]

What happened?

...I'm fine. Just had a nasty run in with a ghost whilst I had an episode. I'm alright, don't worry about it.

[Oh shitbees.]

You only smell a little bloodied, is all. [Siiiigh. She steps back, waving him in.]

I should probably just be thankful you survived the encounter.

It's been a few days since it happened. But thank Mello and Hisoka, they came to help me.

[He steps in and pops his shoulder, wincing slightly. But dang it felt good.]

What were you doing before I came?

I'll do it if I see them anytime soon. [She sighs gustily as she watches him, shutting the door softly.]

I was actually about to start making some cookies with Deuce.

Really now? What sort of cookies?

[He cocks a brow with an expression of definiate interest]

Chocolate chip. [She walks past him towards the kitchen, she has a mess to clean up and a can to put away.]

Mm, sounds good. [Oh he remembers chocolate chip cookies from his childhood, a complete rarity but always welcomed.]

Need a hand there? I feel as though I should make myself useful.

Well, we're planning on mixing an extra-large batch of cookies, so you can help pour in the chips while I stir?

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.

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