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Pocketful of Rye
It was impolite to announce one's displeasure with the world in general. Oh, sure, you could think it, you could think it all day long in a number of ways. But Miku had always been taught to keep it to herself. It probably wasn't healthy.
That was a given, an acceptable risk, in a country where stabbings were more often the result of stress and pent-up animosity, just not speaking about it was good enough.
So, in reply, Miku taken her frustrations out on the temple stairs, cleaning and cleaning and cleaning the stone until it was unlikely a speck of dirt remained. It was one thing to be angry with Steve, or even mildly irritated, but it would be wrong, wrong, wrong of her to vent that with him ill and her worried. Things would get jumbled, something wrong would be said.
It was not an acceptable risk.
She sat back and looked at her handiwork with a sigh. Her fingers had been rubbed raw where the tips of them had brushed against the stone in her furious scrubbing. She'd probably need to have them cleaned and bandage, smile away the worry that the doctor on duty might had. Plenty of people managed to hurt themselves a lot more than she did on a regular basis.
A girl with red fingers would likely pass under the radar.
At least he'd been honest, about not feeling right,, she told herself as she splashed the remaining water in her bucket across the stairs to rinse them free of anything else. And just because I'm a little annoyed doesn't mean I hate him, of course. But how to tap dance around what they said and what they meant? That would be the difficult part, and Miku wasn't sure what to say about it.
We could... just not talk about it. Wait until after his treatment, maybe. That would be good. Miku hopped over a rivulet and started back down to the shrine's pathway to the City. I could bring him something because he's feeling bad, but that would be a little annoying if he's in a bad mood and doesn't want it. And I don't want to waste it... Well, I guess I could leave it for Dr. Sera and Dr. Levy. They probably would appreciate it.
She felt a little weight ease itself from her shoulders, as if a hand had cast them off gently. "It will be okay," she told herself as she stepped into the light from the overgrown trees.
That was a given, an acceptable risk, in a country where stabbings were more often the result of stress and pent-up animosity, just not speaking about it was good enough.
So, in reply, Miku taken her frustrations out on the temple stairs, cleaning and cleaning and cleaning the stone until it was unlikely a speck of dirt remained. It was one thing to be angry with Steve, or even mildly irritated, but it would be wrong, wrong, wrong of her to vent that with him ill and her worried. Things would get jumbled, something wrong would be said.
It was not an acceptable risk.
She sat back and looked at her handiwork with a sigh. Her fingers had been rubbed raw where the tips of them had brushed against the stone in her furious scrubbing. She'd probably need to have them cleaned and bandage, smile away the worry that the doctor on duty might had. Plenty of people managed to hurt themselves a lot more than she did on a regular basis.
A girl with red fingers would likely pass under the radar.
At least he'd been honest, about not feeling right,, she told herself as she splashed the remaining water in her bucket across the stairs to rinse them free of anything else. And just because I'm a little annoyed doesn't mean I hate him, of course. But how to tap dance around what they said and what they meant? That would be the difficult part, and Miku wasn't sure what to say about it.
We could... just not talk about it. Wait until after his treatment, maybe. That would be good. Miku hopped over a rivulet and started back down to the shrine's pathway to the City. I could bring him something because he's feeling bad, but that would be a little annoying if he's in a bad mood and doesn't want it. And I don't want to waste it... Well, I guess I could leave it for Dr. Sera and Dr. Levy. They probably would appreciate it.
She felt a little weight ease itself from her shoulders, as if a hand had cast them off gently. "It will be okay," she told herself as she stepped into the light from the overgrown trees.