You Said You Wanted Something Better, But Tonight You're Giving Up
Miku was tired of waiting. Waiting for the elections to be over so that people could get back to their usual selves, waiting for the final OK from medical so that Steve could be released, waiting, waiting, waiting. Between staving off debilitating boredom and visits to Steve, she worked on controlling her abilities.
At least that was getting better. Well, mostly. All the worrying she was doing was probably undoing all the hard work she put into it.
With a sigh, Miku looked down into the bowl of mix she was preparing. With the little bit of food she'd bought for herself on the planet before everything went to pot, Miku was making lunch. It would be a while before everything was ready, so she stirred the mixture slowly, almost idly.
At least that was getting better. Well, mostly. All the worrying she was doing was probably undoing all the hard work she put into it.
With a sigh, Miku looked down into the bowl of mix she was preparing. With the little bit of food she'd bought for herself on the planet before everything went to pot, Miku was making lunch. It would be a while before everything was ready, so she stirred the mixture slowly, almost idly.