[Open] Let's count the seasons

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and ??? (Open + closed prompts)
When: Thoughout September
Where: The Haven hospital, Aefenglom
What: Recovering from the Nuckelavee injuries and quests. (an apple a day and under new managment)
Warnings: Will be added as needed. Some talk of injuries and probably AoT spoilers.

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[dirtdevil]

[ he snorts. ]

Lucky you.

[ he's trying very hard not to wince at the splitting pain in his head, but it fucking hurts. a lot. he's not used to being on the other side of the Ackerman beatdown equation. it sucks ass.

he heaves a sigh, rubbing his eyes just to make sure none of that shit is still in there. ]

I don't know. Try not to let it suck me in again, I guess.

[ maybe the headache will help with that. ]

[stopfen]

[Her antenna gave another wiggle, another thing that helped her avoid the illusions. She settled, resting on her crutches again.]

If you do I'll hit you again. [Just a casual threat.]

[dirtdevil]

[ ah. the sheer notion of her hitting him again has him wrinkling his nose in displeasure. Please God No. ]

...Great. Thanks. Glad I can count on you.

[stopfen]

No problem.

[He was getting a little nod and yes, that was a small quirk at the corner of her mouth. Then she's shifting on her crutches, awkwardly waddling back to her wicker apple basket. Somehow managing to pick it up. It was only about half full. But given she couldn't really go up a ladder at the moment, she was considering it a good job.

Then turning back to him. Head tilting as her black eyes watched. It really was strange thinking about how he might have been on death's door back home. But sttod right in front of her here.]

...How have you been?

[dirtdevil]

[ he can't help but snort again at that, louder this time. "how have you been?" asks the girl who literally just punched him in the face. incredible. ]

Fine, I guess. Though my head hurts for some reason.

[stopfen]

[He just gets a little hum.]

When I told someone that, they made me go to the Coven. [She hadn't. The headaches were a bit of sore point with Eren's lies about them.] I meant what have you been doing. Didn't expect to see you on a farm.

[dirtdevil]

Guess I won't be telling anyone, then.

[ lest he be forced to admit why his head hurts. he gestures with his head (ow) vaguely toward her basket of apples. ]

I'm here for the same reason as you.

[ he just... hasn't made any progress yet, on account of the whole nightmarish hallucination thing. ]

[stopfen]

[Incredible, a sword through the thigh and she's still picked more fruits.]

We're paid by the basket... [Levi please.] Isn't this a bit dirty for you? [The bugs, the damp mud...]

[dirtdevil]

[ shut up. he's old. ]

What, picking fruit? You don't think I'm that delicate, do you?

[ careful. ]

[stopfen]

[How can be old but not delicate tho?]

Picking fruit, getting covered in bug dust... I'd thought you'd get a job as a maid in the city or something. Maids get these fluffy things. [She could see him waving one of those big poofy dusters at people.]

[dirtdevil]

[ oh no she did not. ]

...You mean feather dusters?

[ he's not even going to address the maid thing. not when he already has a splitting headache. holy shit. ]

[stopfen]

Yeah... But have you seen the ones they have here? They're so much bigger.

[Her arms gave a small movement, as though she was trying to lift them to show the size. But crutches. So she gave up pretty quickly, shoulders slumping.]

We should probably get back to work or we won't be eating.

[Not that her situation was that dire. She had some food at home. But she did want some form of income. ]