teamposts | Yayoi's Heart

[He falls quiet, eying the blood left in the hall]

. . . Not really.

[doooesn't miss that]

. . . okay.

Is there a mess in that room I can clean up, too? I can't get it all, but I'm really trying.

. . . The mess in here isn't one that can be cleaned up.

How do you know? Have you tried?

There's no point in trying.

But can I? I cleaned up some of the hallway just by trying, even though I didn't have enough towels.

You really don't understand.

[:T]

But that's because you're not explaining it very well.

[He opens his mouth to speak again, but someone else calls out from the room, a girl this time.]

It's not that kind of mess. They're just sleeping in here. More injuries.

[noooo more injured people :(]

Do you need bandages? Blankets? Food?

[Kit's speaking again this time, looking upset and worn down]

Like she said, they're . . . resting. Some food wouldn't hurt us though.

[nods, determined again]

Okay. There's some meat on the table. I'll cook that and bring it to you.

—No meat. Th-there should be a basket with vegetables under the table.

[???]

Well, okay. . . I'll be right back!

[going to check underneath the table for vegetables]

[There is indeed a basket under the table! It has a grand total of two sad looking potatoes in it . . .]

[. . . but why potatoes when you have this delicious uncooked meat sitting on the counter. . .]

[IT'S OKAY I WILL MAKE MASHED POTATOES X( searches for bowls or other supplies she can cook with]

[There's some basic cooking supplies and a few utensils, but no bowls :(]

[noooo :( well that's okay. . . she'll peel the potatoes and stick them on knives before holding them out over the fire to cook, and then she'll mash them in the bowl she found them in '-']

[you have made delicious (actually bland) mashed potatoes!]

[I bet I could make it taste better with this meat! X( but takes it back to the hallway]

Excuse me!

[Kit appears in the doorway again]

You found them?

All you had were two potatoes, so I mashed them together for you. They're probably really bland though. . . are you sure you don't want the meat for some flavor?

I'm sure.

[he hesitates, then opens the door further for her to come in and set it down]

[steps into the room, glancing around as she searches for a table to put the bowl on]

[There's an end table by one of the beds that's been dragged in here. Said bed has Shark (the not . . . the less crazy one) resting in bed. He's missing one of his forearms.

In the other bed is a blond boy who is much too pale to be even remotely healthy, completely drenched in blood from head to toe. Yayoi is sitting on the floor by his bed, holding his hand and humming softly to herself.

Kit's taken a seat on the end of Shark's bed, holding his head in his hands for a moment.

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