#{simon 01}

When she came inland it was almost always in search of two things; new food, or objects of interested. Sometimes they were the same thing, though the latter was usually treasures. An art festival seemed like the perfect place, she did so enjoy collecting precious things. All the better if they were unique or valuable.

And treasures she had acquired, mostly things that could survive under the waves. In record time no less, so while she was here she had decided to dabble herself, she did miss creating things. The kraken sat before an easel, the second such she had set up, as inspiration seemed to present itself quite a serendipitous manner. 

“Oh, hello there.”

Crap. She’s almost busted this time, and she knows it. Her attempt to get a feel for this city isn’t going as planned; she tried to steal from what looked to be an easy target... until his dog spotted her.

So now she’s running through the streets, hoping she doesn’t get caught, and she almost runs smack-dab into the person in front of her.

‘Wow, this guy’s really tall!’ she thinks. ‘...and in a really convenient place.’

“Here,” she says, handing the stolen wallet up to him. “This is for you.”

She prepares to make a getaway, glancing behind her.

Take a day off work, go to therapy, that was the advice he’d been given. It’ll work, they said, it’ll help manage the depression and trauma built up in the last few months. It may have been the chilling weather bothering old injuries in his arms and shoulders caused his visible irritation. It could have been his ever present mental health declining that caused his frustration. Aizawa knew it was rational to get help managing this but it didn’t mean he had to like it.

Strangers. He hated putting his personal problems out for strangers to see. His frustration evident when he sat down in a chair, shoulders hunched and arms crossed in front of maybe 6 or 8 strangers. This included their therapist, suggesting group therapy would help ease everyone into a comfort zone.