[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.

Comments

[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. ]