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okteiviakom) wrote2020-02-03 06:32 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2020-02-03 06:32 pm
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MCA #9, Late Monday Morning
Even after the last couple of years, showers were still one of Octavia's favorite luxuries. She definitely treated them like one: no matter how much she wanted to, sometimes, she tried not to linger under the spray for longer than was necessary. At first, it had been because she didn't want to allow herself to get too used to the comfort, because she'd been flung across time at random and she'd had no reason to believe it wouldn't happen again. But after two and a half years, maybe it was more out of habit, mixed with a respect for a resource that hadn't been around much when she'd been growing up.
Either way, Octavia always enjoyed every second of them. And especially on days like this. She'd been up way before sunrise, first patrolling the island while it was still dark and quiet all around, before she'd greeted the dawn at the edge of the preserve.
And then she'd spent a good while on some target practice with some of her favorite knives.
In addition to being good for shifting focus off persistent thoughts (he's coming back today, right, he should be back today, I'll go by the Rouge later, because later he should be back), it was the kind of thing that left a person both in need of a shower as well as sustenance. And now that Octavia had the post-shower damp hair, ratty tank top and sweats to show for having handled the former, she was trying to figure out breakfast from what little they had in the fridge and the cupboards.
At least one of the Blakes really needed to learn how to cook properly. And also to grocery shop, instead of just having sake in the store.
[ooc: Expecting one, but open!]
Either way, Octavia always enjoyed every second of them. And especially on days like this. She'd been up way before sunrise, first patrolling the island while it was still dark and quiet all around, before she'd greeted the dawn at the edge of the preserve.
And then she'd spent a good while on some target practice with some of her favorite knives.
In addition to being good for shifting focus off persistent thoughts (he's coming back today, right, he should be back today, I'll go by the Rouge later, because later he should be back), it was the kind of thing that left a person both in need of a shower as well as sustenance. And now that Octavia had the post-shower damp hair, ratty tank top and sweats to show for having handled the former, she was trying to figure out breakfast from what little they had in the fridge and the cupboards.
At least one of the Blakes really needed to learn how to cook properly. And also to grocery shop, instead of just having sake in the store.
[ooc: Expecting one, but open!]