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Who: Milla and Psiioniic
What: Milla needs cheering up from her post-death aftereffects. The solution? KITTENS.
Where: 431 Peepers St
When: Late afternoon, 2/6
Warnings: EXTREME CUTENESS.

It's been hard for Milla, since she came back to life. She's felt so...strange. Awful. The last time she was this depressed, she'd just lost all her children, and while her death at the Condesce's house was certainly traumatic, it doesn't explain the violence of her emotional reaction to it.

It doesn't help that her nightmares have been worse and her leg-stumps have been bleeding on and off, too. It's been getting a little better the past day or two, but she still feels awful about everything, and even though Psii has recovered from his amnesia the two of them are tiptoeing around each other after how very not well that went.

He's out at the moment, though - late home from work - so Milla stays curled on the couch, waiting for their drone children to come home, feeling like she doesn't much want to do anything ever again. God, she's in such a funk, this is so weird.

Threaded | Flat

If these were lusii, it would be so much easier to deal with them. He knows how to deal with lusii. Or, at least, he knew how to deal with his lusus well enough. Considering his was... Well, that's unimportant.

What is important is trying to carry all of these blasted things anyway. He didn't know Earth pets needed so much junk. When it was his lusus, he just let him run off into the wilds and that would be that. Sometimes he'd even get lucky and meat would be brought back for him. But no, he has to carry bags of collars and food and little plastic bowls and the purrbeasts... This would be so much easier if he had his psionics.

And that is how, after struggling inside with his hands full and kicking the door shut, Psii ends up tripping behind the couch, the items sprawling out in a resounding crash. A little blur of fluff and color goes darting beneath an armchair, while another ball of fluff seems quite content on laying on Psii's chest, purring despite his groans.

"Fuck!"