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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Ah, excusez-moi, mademoiselle. Space you shall have. But~!

_{[That blush is adorable, Mika. Anyway, he remains firmly planted by the cookie ingredients with a usual placid smile on his face.]}

I require my question answered. Otherwise I'm afraid I won't be moving from this spot.

[She grumbles as she pulls out a mixing bowl]

Video games. I know a lot of people here from either books, comics, or video games.

_{[He pauses with a pilfered chocolate chip halfway to his mouth.]}

I see. So to you, others like me are simply fictional, correct?

_{[Food for thought. Nom nom nom chocolate.
And as promised, he sidles away a respectful distance and reflects on this 'video game' business. Interesting theory. Maybe somewhere in Nippon, someone had written about a wolf-girl that baked cookies for a living.]}

Well, sort of. I mean, Amaterasu is the sun goddess of Japan, bearing the three emblems of the imperial house, Ushiwakamaru was a legendary swordsman of the late Heian period who defeated the warrior monk Benkei, and if I recall correctly the tale of Issun-bōshi and the Lucky Mallet is a fairly popular Japanese fairy tale.

Even most of what I know about the local ghosts are based out of stuff I learned from reading stories or watching movies and playing video-games. It's really surreal, I'll admit. I never really thought I'd ever meet the people I read about or that any of my hobbies would end up being my means of survival.

[She sighs, her ears folding back as she brings out the measuring cups and gets to work. Mika only wishes she was a character in a story somewhere. If that was the case she could at least have a likely chance of getting a happy ending or have a really awesome line of nendoroids or figma figurines]

It's like a really bizarre mix of alternate realities. Technically, by everybody else's versions of Earth, something like me is limited to comics and cartoons.

_{[Those two little dot eyebrows of his? Yup. Disappeared waaaaay up into his hairline by now with no signs of coming down any time soon. Now he knows what it feels like to have someone else prophesizing about an alternate future instead of the other way around.]}

Well. At least that little bug of Amaterasu's is simply a fairytale figure in your world instead of a pint-sized warrior of fact.

_{[The mild statement is really the only thing he can think of saying under the circumstances. Way to overload a Waka, kiddo.]}

You would be a rare sight in Nippon, Miss Mika. As far as I know, only the gods and Oina tribe possess animal characteristics.

[She makes a tsking sound, cocking an eyebrow as she glances over at him after leveling the sugar.]

Haven't been to the restaurants in the Commoner's Quarter in Sei-An City or on the Ryoshima Coast, have you? The chefs are both nekojin, as are the waitresses. For a man who cleansed the coast and spent two hundred years as the captain of the Tao Troopers, you don't get out much, do you?

[Then she seems to recall something, and catches herself.] Ah, that's right, you spent the last century at the Moon Cave, so it's no wonder you didn't know.

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

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