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Mareuer - Catch all
Who: Mikasa and open, with some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed
Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.
The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]
I'm never drinking wine...
[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.
After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]
Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?
[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]
Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.
So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.
The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.
That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]
b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...
But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-
Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]
Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.
The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.
Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]
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When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed
Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.
The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]
I'm never drinking wine...
[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.
After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]
Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?
[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]
Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.
So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.
The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.
That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]
b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...
But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-
Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]
Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.
The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.
Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]
Wildcard
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Haha. Why do you think that being a pain... isn't also part of having a crush?? It's not all being sweet and trying to earn your favor! Even mischievous and disagreeable people can have crushes, darling.
[he literally banished his reluctant crush to the kissing booth for giggles, that's something an ass would do. or a puca. or just mettaton.]
Being annoying is just as much of a red flag for love as being obsessive or doting! But perhaps... you wouldn't know. If you've never been in love, yourself...
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It was safer to feed his idea of the lizard having a crush on her.
That was definitely a topic change!]...What do you suggest I do then?
[She was still turned from him, but she did lean slightly. Pressing her shoulder against him gently. That was as close as he was getting to pets.]
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But he'll accept talking about... Eren's obvious crush. Yes. ★]
Well. I'm afraid I can't give you a straight answer. [He doesn't want to lead her astray. He really wants to tell her that this Dragon is just Eren...! That she should figure out how she feels about him, and act accordingly. But, alas.] Maybe... given the chance. Try to learn more about him. Or, give him the silent treatment! See if he apologizes!
But my personal approach would be to bother him right back. I favor such aggression... Ahaha.
[He couldn't help himself.
Her tribute is appreciated... he supposes. The shoulder nudge is something. He takes a little offense toward it, but he'll get over it later, when he remembers that he's made of metal. Even his fur is flecked with it, for as soft as it is.]
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And what if I'm not interested in that? [Mettaon. That advice was all well and good, if she reciprocated the dragon's supposed interest. But she had little reason to give him a chance, she doubted that would have been the case if she wasn't still...recovering.
The only thing Mikasa wanted from the dragon was an explanation. Something to calm her irritation at him.]
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[Because he keeps seeing this Dragon as Eren... That's right, she doesn't see it the same way. What a conundrum. Mettaton shrugs with his arms, not terribly bothered anymore about his earlier offense.]
Well. He did have an opportunity to explain. Sucks for him. Guess you'll just have to keep telling him off, if ever he bothers you... Who knows? Maybe he's into that.
[Maybe he wants to be yelled at... Or dumped paint on... He clearly enjoyed it, coming from Mikasa. Mettaton laughs. It's rich, except for the part where he said he eats Fae? And Mikasa's a Fae. Ugh...
Ugh. This is all settling kind of funky. He needs to talk to Eren. What a wreck.]
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Then Mettaton manages to throw her off completely.]
...Into what?
[Blinks?]
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[Mostly because Mettaton's not sure where to go with that one. Except for his initial reason for bringing it up at all:]
I'm just saying that he might be pleased by irritating you... Some people are like that. Enjoying the ire they can provoke out of another person. Relishing that attention... and all of its consequences. He won't stop pestering you, if he likes that.
[He's certainly that kind of person, himself. Especially as a Puca...]
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So he just wants attention? [That, actually made sense. Thanks she hates it. Mikasa huffed, dipping her head and looking at her shoes. At those paint covered shoes. It wasn't the worse thing to have covered them. But at the same time, the bright neons and slight sparkles where not a look she was into. Even if she did have a few splotches of colour from her time working at the winery. Absently she scuffs a foot, wiping some of on the cobbles.]
We should probably go wash this before it dries...[And she lifts her head to nod at him.] Thank you, for helping. [Even if she wasn't so sure about most of the results.]
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But going to clean some of the paint off is a favorable idea to him, even if the gold and pink are all quite nice. He's metal, and needs to take care to keep things like paint from permanently adhering to his body. He laughs.]
We're both a bit of a mess, aren't we. All in good fun. One final nudge with his cheek (still against fabric), Mettaton rises to full height as his ears bounce upright.] You know I'll do anything your heart desires, darling! Any time.
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And think. She had some of that to do. Even if it'd make her more annoyed about the dragon and puzzling out his motives for being a weirdo.]