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spin_kick_snap) wrote2017-11-05 02:31 pm
spin_kick_snap) wrote2017-11-05 02:31 pm
Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon
So. The island could turn her back into an ex at literally any moment. That was not a thought that was good for Kathy's peace of mind. Being an ex again, for however short a time, had not been good for Kathy's peace of mind. She hadn't been a mindless husk that had seen everything that moved as 'prey,' no, but that was cold comfort when she had spent the day eating brains.
Sharing brains with other people.
Hunting small creatures to get--
Her stomach lurched again, just thinking about it. She hadn't eat much this past week just for that reason. It felt like February all over again, when eating had been a struggle, the very act bringing up memories she didn't want to relive.
Distantly, Kathy knew she should go home, deal with the mess left in her room, deal with the mess that was her life. And she would! She just--couldn't yet. Not while she still felt like this, ten pounds of crazy in a four pound bag. She just needed to get a handle on it--was trying to get a handle on it--and when she did, she'd go home. She'd apologize for worrying everyone, she'd clean up, she'd be okay.
Soon. Just not now.
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Sharing brains with other people.
Hunting small creatures to get--
Her stomach lurched again, just thinking about it. She hadn't eat much this past week just for that reason. It felt like February all over again, when eating had been a struggle, the very act bringing up memories she didn't want to relive.
Distantly, Kathy knew she should go home, deal with the mess left in her room, deal with the mess that was her life. And she would! She just--couldn't yet. Not while she still felt like this, ten pounds of crazy in a four pound bag. She just needed to get a handle on it--was trying to get a handle on it--and when she did, she'd go home. She'd apologize for worrying everyone, she'd clean up, she'd be okay.
Soon. Just not now.
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"Hey, I was cold once!" You know, when she was exposed to absolute zero. But it had happened! "I'm just saying, we were outside in December in the mountains and Misfit did okay so long as we had a fire and could cuddle."
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She chuckled a bit; the noise sounded rusty, like it had been awhile. "How much did they complain when you were moving from place to place?" she asked. "Or did you both kind of hunker down for the winter?"
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"Then we were moving," Raven pointed out. "That warms you up."
She'd heard about this, she was sure of it.
". . . Wait, you were cold earlier? It's only November."
She really didn't grasp how cold worked, no.
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Kathy was gaping at her. "What do you mean it's only November?" she asked. "November is a perfectly good month to be cold in! We could get snow, like, at any day now!"
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"Pretty sure it's still fall," Raven said. "It doesn't snow here in the fall. It didn't even really snow in New York in the fall."
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"Well, it feels like it could snow," Kathy declared. "My first night out there got down to, like, the low forties."
Which was still about ten degrees above snowing.
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She did say it didn't snow here. The Midatlantic wasn't the same as New England. Even New England could agree with that.
"And forty degrees is cold," Raven said, just to clarify. She really didn't know these things. "But ice doesn't freeze until 32. And isn't the whole point of the fahrenheit scale that it's basically human-scaled? 40 should be . . . medium."
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PEOPLE WERE FRAGILE, RAVEN. VERY FRAGILE.
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"Then how do you explain people who go out in the snow in shorts?"
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“Huh. People are weird.”
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"I dunno, I guess part of me always figured it was just how people acted towards me."
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