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“I don’t.” Woomy responded flatly. “my last one broke”
she couldn’t admit that she was a bit frustrated, angry, right down pissed that someone was seeing her this way, that it was Mimi seeing her this way. the plate of food before her made a pang of nausea hit her somewhere low in her soul, a sadness washed her over, a tear escaping her left eye.
Ankou drug in a deep breath, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.
“why do you care how I am?” she stopped, she breathed deep in again. “what makes me worth anything?” She couldn’t bring herself to look at Mimi, she felt embarrassed, her hands clenched the dirty blankets that covered her tightly. She couldn’t look at the other, because that’d be admitting defeat….weakness.
“I don’t get why you’re here.”
Mimi scoffs lightly. No fan? Guess she’d have to go grab one later. She takes a deep inhale of the cool morning air now flowing through the screened window. “I don’t like a lot of squids, Ankou. In fact, it wouldn’t be wrong to say you’re probably the only squid I actually like. I’m here because I care about you. You’re one of the only friends I’ve got in this stupid city and you’re not wasting away on my watch. So eat up and shower, we’re going to the store.”
Perhaps she didn’t have the most delicate hand with this kind of thing. Mimi was no certified therapist after all, but this worked for her when she was lying around feeling like her job didn’t matter, that she wasn’t making a difference. She had to force herself to get up and keep going, and hell if she wouldn’t appreciate having someone there to drag her out of bed.Â
