> Take some deep breaths and then get some shut-eye.
((Evertime I read ">Your life is a goddamn mess." I flash back to that Persona letsplay.))
>Gasp! You've discovered the narrator's guilty pleasure! Bastard must love shout outs or something!>You close your eyes and try to get some sleep. Not much else to do.
>...
>Warble garble.
>10:00am on Sunday. You got maybe...7 and a half hours of sleep. Not bad. But you're still antsy from last night. Not so much what happened at the park and in the alleys, but...well...
>You glance at Dayna for a bit, over the impromptu brunch you threw together, and then divert your eyes.
>Dayna and Luna, bless their inhuman souls, are completely unaware or uncaring about your apparent apprehension. They seem content to just let you work it out.
>"Pass the butter please, Mac," Luna requests, sipping at her iced coffee. (Girl hasn't had anything even vaguely warm since you first let her in the house; personal taste or racial? Or...familial? Whatever)
>You offhandedly reach for the butter plate and give it to her. But as she takes it, her finger grazes yours.
>
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.>Your heart pulses. Yout face flushes. You pull your hand away immediately. Luna raises an eyebrow at you for a fraction of a second, then calmly spreads the butter onto her bread.
>At least she's being courteous about this. The fact they trust you enough, despite self proclaimed murderous urges, to just let you handle it yourself speaks a lot about how much they trust you. Or about how much Dayna trusts you, and how much Luna trusts Dayna's trust at least.
>You sigh and relax a bit. No point dwelling over stuff; might as well just work it out as you go along.
>School starts up tomorrow. Jeez, it feels like every weekend is some world changing event.
>...
>Yet again, school begins without care for what's happened to you. You silently munch on a sandwich near the tree where this all started, the shelter where you first took cover from the gorilla like Beast all that time ago.
>Someone approaches from out of sight.. "H-hi Mac. Y-you seemed o-off earlier. You o-okay?"