malia wakes up to the a cough. wracking through her whole body and shifting her fully up, up, UP so that she might find the breaths that were avoiding her. she knows she should be happy to have a roof over her head at all. happy to have walls that block some of fall's harsher elements, elated that they didn't have to set up rudimentary camp with no locks, or doors, or way to know if someone was hot on their heels. SHE GETS THAT. something, something about being blessed and all, but the abandoned house they'd found had been more dust than concrete, and the constant drip, drip, drip from the water run-off after it's rained was slightly maddening. RUNAWAYS can't be choosers, but god she'd choose differently.
knowing sleep wouldn't welcome her back, she gets up. walks with light steps to go and find some semblance of normalcy in the decidedly fucked up, and makes her way out the front door quietly, so as not to disturb anybody else's restless rest. when the lock softly clicks behind her and the morning chill tickles her cheeks, malia is pleased to see a distinctly blonde head already outside. @appleyed framed by the soft glow of dawn. ANDROMEDA. at least something's she'd choose over and over again. " hey. " she greets, folding down next to her new roommate and using the jacket covering her arms to bundle her head in. GOD, her head hurt. not all of their parents or hunters dreams were helpful. some were useless, personal, devoid of any real life stresses the kids might have caused. but SOME, ( with malia's generous guiding ) told her what was on their mind when they closed their eyes that night. what they expected the next day to look like and THAT, that was priceless. she speaks into her arms at first, initial words a bit muffled until she realizes that's unhelpful and props her chin on her bent leg. " they're going back to the train station today. they still think we took off east, should buy us at least a few days. "
