minatsuki ❀ nineteen
Who 
Minatsuki, anyone
Where
In front of Nectar
Style
Either
Status
Open
[Minatsuki is outside in front of Nectar, watering the display plants like she does every day. It's a pretty typical sight, but for one thing, noticable to the observant: two odd additions to her regular style of dressing, especially considering that it's summer- she's wearing a pair of pink knee-high boots and a white long-sleeved blouse. They're both things that she would wear, but the outfit seems highly out-of-place considering the hot weather today.
Of course, only Bat would know why she is wearing them- to hide the thick bandages wrapped around her left calf, layered on top of stitches she had to put in herself. Her left arm had also been minorly burned in a few places, and that was a fucking bitch to take care of. But her brother, light-fingered as he was, still had a great deal of painkillers left over from when he had helped himself at Dr. Hunter's lab, so she was dealing with the injuries in drugged-up silence.
Heat had done her more damage than she would have liked to admit, but... the fucker was dead, and that was all that mattered. It put a smile on her face to think about. Anyone who walked by would see a girl watering the flowers in front of her shop, looking content as could be. They would never be able to see the bloody images going through her mind.
It had been his own fucking fault for provoking her. She'd told him what would happen, right? The idiot had taken things over the edge and gotten exactly what everyone else in her life who had gone too far got. A bloody end.
And that was as far as she would let her mind stray on the topic. What's done was done, and it was now just a pleasant memory.
She continued to water her flowers.]
Minatsuki, anyone
Where
In front of Nectar
Style
Either
Status
Open
[Minatsuki is outside in front of Nectar, watering the display plants like she does every day. It's a pretty typical sight, but for one thing, noticable to the observant: two odd additions to her regular style of dressing, especially considering that it's summer- she's wearing a pair of pink knee-high boots and a white long-sleeved blouse. They're both things that she would wear, but the outfit seems highly out-of-place considering the hot weather today.
Of course, only Bat would know why she is wearing them- to hide the thick bandages wrapped around her left calf, layered on top of stitches she had to put in herself. Her left arm had also been minorly burned in a few places, and that was a fucking bitch to take care of. But her brother, light-fingered as he was, still had a great deal of painkillers left over from when he had helped himself at Dr. Hunter's lab, so she was dealing with the injuries in drugged-up silence.
Heat had done her more damage than she would have liked to admit, but... the fucker was dead, and that was all that mattered. It put a smile on her face to think about. Anyone who walked by would see a girl watering the flowers in front of her shop, looking content as could be. They would never be able to see the bloody images going through her mind.
It had been his own fucking fault for provoking her. She'd told him what would happen, right? The idiot had taken things over the edge and gotten exactly what everyone else in her life who had gone too far got. A bloody end.
And that was as far as she would let her mind stray on the topic. What's done was done, and it was now just a pleasant memory.
She continued to water her flowers.]