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' OH. MY. GOD! ' Came the horrified tone as Miku looked at Keith's pantry and fridge. ' Keith! There's nothing in here how the hell do you manage? I-- ' She took in a deep breath and then released it. ' Okay, no, you know what? We are eating out and then getting you groceries! My baby brother is NOT living like this as long as I'm still your sister! ' //I'm sorry I've been thinking about this alot//

Miku’s shriek had Keith at her side in an instant with a beeped battle cry, shoe in hand, ready to protect his sister from what he assumed had been a bug. His apartment wasn’t the best, now and again he’d get the unwanted roomie. They were promptly dealt with; ain’t payin, ain’t stayin. The shoe tentatively lowered when he couldn’t find the creepy crawly.

Oh.

Tossing the footwear aside and offering a lazy shrug, Keith promptly shoved his hands into his pockets. “Na na na, see, cuz I got the good ramen. Not that 98 cent stuff, I’m talkin a few bucks. I went shoppin’ before you came by.” With a wave of his shoulder he gestured to the bare pantry that had instant noodle meals stocked. “See? Plus the fridge’s got my energy drinks,” and nothing else. Not a drop of water to be found.

The first few times Sonia had managed to ruin meals, or spill cleaning products, or drop dishes on accident she’d been able to laugh it off. Her friends hadn’t minded, they were all disoriented as they transitioned from the Neo World Program back to reality, which was somehow even more horrifying than watching the rest of their classmates be murdered before their eyes. 

But two months in, and the former Ultimate Princess was getting downright irritated that she wasn’t pulling her weight like the rest of them. Of course, Hajime could have done all of those tasks and more. Frankly speaking, he could do anything. But his many, many talents were now much better utilized in the company of Kazuichi Souda, as they worked to revive their comatose friends in a specific order that had taken days to debate.

And in the meantime, Sonia kept busy. Or at least, she tried. Tried to tap into what little survival instincts she had: training to become the Ultimate Princess didn’t exactly call for lessons on ‘how to stay alive on a remote tropical island.’ That morning, she’d woken up with a new sense of determination, one that the other four knew very well than to try and stop. She’d asked for Akane’s help to dig the necessary spot on the beach, and thus spent the afternoon barefoot in the sand, her shoes and stockings neatly folded to the side, finally doing the last thing she could think of to pitch in: she couldn’t clean, she couldn’t use a stove, and basic tools were completely foreign to her.

But by the skin of her teeth, Sonia Nevermind, former Princess of Novoselic, was going to build a fire, a lesson she’d had to dig for deep in the recesses of her mind from those bygone days of military combat and strategy courses. With sweat rolling down her back and collecting over her brow, she wiped the latter away with the back of a slender hand before laying down the last stick in the arrangement surrounded by stones tumbled over and over in the sea. 

All it needed was a spark.

PLATE COVERED WITH TRIANGULAR sandwiches was extended in Pico’s direction, noticeable umbrella’s sticking out from the middle (perhaps something Derek considered “hip”). Red-tinted irises were locked with younger’s and a smile adorned his lips.

"what are you looking at you, hag?" pico spits with a feral-looking grin, tongue out of his mouth. what a bastard he is; leaning back into one of the chairs of her home, feet kicked up on the ottoman with little respect to her or her husband. he spins his gun in his hand, his grin wider.

@snowedmgic​ asked:

“ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ” //Mike @ Vera

fire emblem : three houses | always accepting this one cause brainrot

“Morton, I never said you were being clumsy.” The perfumer is quick to correct the acrobat as she continues to type away at the shared cipher machine before her. Not too far off in the distance, a certain first officer could be seen looping the hunter around pallets quite skillfully. However, he was injured, and it would only be a matter of time before he took a fatal blow that would result in him being strapped down to the all too familiar rocket chair. She recalled the last match she shared with the blond where there had been multiple instances of overeager bomb chucking, leading to him getting injured in the crossfire. For efficiency and safety’s sake, Vera was going to do her best to make sure that wouldn’t be a repeated offense.

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