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genessia2018-04-06 07:53 pm
firstrebel) wrote in genessia2018-04-06 07:53 pm
Entry tags:
closed; hello neighbor;
Who: Hera and Conner
What: Hera is a little overwhelmed and needs some assistance. Luckily she has a very helpful teenage neighbor.
When: Today??? sure!
Where: Genessia starter housing.
Warnings: Possibly some chat about angst, loss, and/or pregnancy.
Hera has had a very long day. She's always tired, and she has no appetite - the very idea of food has been making her stomach churn, though she's been doing her best to eat something every day. If not for her sake, then the baby's. She had a follow-up at the hospital, and now has an ultrasound photo tucked into an inner pocket, which is nice, though a bit dangerous, given she doesn't really want the information getting around.
And then she had to spend all afternoon dealing with a teenaged Cassian Andor, because Kaytoo doesn't really know how to handle that, and all the moodiness that comes with being a sullen, rebellious teen. Nothing like the cool, calm, and collected Cassian she'd spoken with days ago. In some ways, it makes her feel more alone than ever, that she doesn't even have his reliability to lean on.
Her own mood has been up and down - some of it, no doubt, due to the grieving process, and all the stress she's been under. And some of it, according to Baymax, the hormones coursing through her body, making everything feel heightened and strange and even more uncomfortable than it would otherwise be.
So when she gets near the door of the small temporary lodging she's been assigned to, with several bags of groceries in her arms, and one of them promptly breaks, dropping cans of vegetables and boxes of granola bars everywhere, she has to swallow hard around the tears of frustration that immediately threaten to spill.
She opts instead for a florid curse. "Kriffing hell!"
What: Hera is a little overwhelmed and needs some assistance. Luckily she has a very helpful teenage neighbor.
When: Today??? sure!
Where: Genessia starter housing.
Warnings: Possibly some chat about angst, loss, and/or pregnancy.
Hera has had a very long day. She's always tired, and she has no appetite - the very idea of food has been making her stomach churn, though she's been doing her best to eat something every day. If not for her sake, then the baby's. She had a follow-up at the hospital, and now has an ultrasound photo tucked into an inner pocket, which is nice, though a bit dangerous, given she doesn't really want the information getting around.
And then she had to spend all afternoon dealing with a teenaged Cassian Andor, because Kaytoo doesn't really know how to handle that, and all the moodiness that comes with being a sullen, rebellious teen. Nothing like the cool, calm, and collected Cassian she'd spoken with days ago. In some ways, it makes her feel more alone than ever, that she doesn't even have his reliability to lean on.
Her own mood has been up and down - some of it, no doubt, due to the grieving process, and all the stress she's been under. And some of it, according to Baymax, the hormones coursing through her body, making everything feel heightened and strange and even more uncomfortable than it would otherwise be.
So when she gets near the door of the small temporary lodging she's been assigned to, with several bags of groceries in her arms, and one of them promptly breaks, dropping cans of vegetables and boxes of granola bars everywhere, she has to swallow hard around the tears of frustration that immediately threaten to spill.
She opts instead for a florid curse. "Kriffing hell!"
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Then she stands up.
"You just... startled me, is all," she finally says, moving to pick up the thrown can. "I'm sorry for - um."
The can is...dented? She glances at Conner, confusion writ on her face.
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Yeah. Being real hard to hurt is one of them.
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He doesn't even know what synthskin is.
"Half-kryptonian," He says, then remembers that's not actually gonna mean anything to some people. "I'm just really strong, really fast, my senses are crazy, and I can fly."
Leaving some things off the list, but ...