Post Battle Exhaustion

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

1)

[Mad's lying down in the arboretum, trying to nap. Key phrase being TRYING. That mission she went on went wrong in so many ways and had far too many eyeballs for this hero to even get the chance to drift off... and HOW the HELL did those invaders turn themselves into FREAKING PUPPIES?!]

Argh... shit's messed up...

2)

[Mad's looking through the part of the Hangar where several of the weapons are kept. She's pondering... Maria needed more firepower. A lot more. But what to pick out?]

Man... times like this I wish I actually learned more about these things than their fucking controls...

[Because at this rate... if Mad did this by herself she'd probably end up smashing her own things.]

Where's that Lowe guy when you need 'em?

Comments

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Maybe later angelcakes...

[Mad lets out a tired sigh and does a half-facepalm.]

I just feel like I could use a bowl of ice cream and sleep a week.

[can_not_fly]

Wow. That bad?
Maybe not a week, but you could definitely rest a bit, then. Whatever you were doing with the mechs can probably wait.
Or I can take care of it while you rest!

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Nah... it's fine. I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry that halo of yours off about it.

[Mad puts a hand onto Pit's shoulder and gives him a small grin.]

[can_not_fly]

Are you sure? It's no problem, seriously! I was mostly going for practice because I'm really bored!
Humans wish to stand on their own two feet. It's a meritorious thing. Leave it be, Pit.
Alright, alright. See you later, then, Mad!