36th Pret

[tuliphead]

I got a new hot pot under the tree. I threw the other one away...

I don't really want it anymore. Does someone else want it? I don't mind giving it away. I don't think I'll be cooking anything in it for a while. Let me know if you want it. 100% Free.

[You may respond to the phone call or you may see Himeno out on the front steps of 945 Beulah Street, playing with a kendama. She is of course, failing miserably. She's starting to get cross with it, which takes away from how pale and tired she looks. If you stop her long enough, you might take notice that she just doesn't look well at all.

...She's still just a little bit trauma'd by her original Christmas gift.]

Comments

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you too.

Have you been in Mayfield very long?

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

A month and a half. Though even that's more than enough.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

It sure is.

Imagine being here over a year.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that definitely doesn't sound fun.

But you seem to be hanging in there?

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs and smiles just a little.]

Somedays are better than others.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

That's for sure.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

I guess it doesn't take long to figure that out here.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

It's kinda like they want to figure it out.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Well, you've got to enjoy the good things when there's so much bad.

[doastheromansdo.livejournal.com]

That's...a really good point. And I guess morale is half the battle in a place like this, anyway.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Mm.

I guess so. [Too bad it feels like she's loosing the battle today.]