"This war never ended, did it? Not for us." // O/O // Closed

Winter took another deep breath, and finished up his food. He got up, taking the bowl to the kitchen and washing it off, then came back. "There."

"Ready?" Mycah asked, looking up at Winter. "Do you have anything else to add to the list?" They carefully tore the first page with the shopping list out of the notepad and stood up.

Winter nodded, then shook his head. "I'm ready, and no, I don't think so." He replied, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright." Mycah nodded. "I'm just going to get my bag and I'll be right back." They carefully folded up the list as they walked to the room they'd slept in. Mycah grabbed the backpack and walked back to the dining room. "Let's go," They said, starting towards the door.

Winter nodded, and opened up the door, holding it open for Mycah. "Let's go." He said simply.

Mycah gave Winter a small nod and walked towards the road. They were not excited to go back into that supermarket, but at least they weren't alone. Though they would have braved it if Winter hadn't wanted to go.

Winter closed the door and followed Mycah out, letting out a slow breath. "Alright. So what's on the list?"

"Uh…" Mycah pulled the list out of their pocket and unfolded it. "Dish soap, playing cards, and cinnamon/brown sugar, just to spice up the oatmeal."

Winter nodded a little bit. "Alright, sounds good." He replied, putting his hands in his pockets and wincing when the motion pulled at the raw skin on his knuckles.

"You good?" Mycah asked, looking at Winter with concern. "Do we have a first-aid kit? We should, right?" They hadn't picked one up– stupid– but maybe Winter had. If not, it should probably get added to the list.

Winter nodded again. "Yeah, I'm fine." he replied. "I just got splinters in my knuckles and it stings like a bitch." he looked over at Mycah.

"Oh, that doesn't feel good." Mycah winced. "Did you get to clean them so they won't get infected?" They asked, feeling a bit like a parent. But hey, anyone getting too hurt or sick wouldn't be a good thing. They were both wanted, after all. Mycah wouldn't put it past a doctor to turn them over to the authorities.

Winter shrugged. "I got the splinters out, so I should be fine." he replied. "I can clean them when we get back to the house." he shot Mycah a quick smile.

"Ah, good. Okay." Mycah nodded slightly and folded the list back up. They stuck it into their pocket and returned Winter's smile. It was quite nice out, for which they were glad.

Winter nodded a little bit. "Yeah." he repleid simply, stretching and looking over at their companion. Friend? He didn't know.

Mycah turned the corner onto the main street. The farther away they got from the house, the less they were enjoying themselves, even with the nice weather. This town, as small as it was, was still bigger than the one they'd grown up in.

He kept walking with Mycah, eyes flashing around a little bit, keeping a wary gaze out for anyone else. "You alright?" he asked after a while.

"Yeah. Still trying to get used to… people," Mycah said softly, waving around at the town. "There's a lot of them." They laughed slightly and shook their head. "And you?" Mycah looked up at Winter.

Winter laughed a little bit. "Yeah. I'm good. The…demon isn't as active as it was, so I'm fine for now." he replied with a shrug.

"That's good," Mycah answered, nodding slightly in approval. They wondered if there was any sort of way to get the demon out, but didn't voice the question. A few days of relative peace would be nice before anything like that got started.

Winter let out a breath, shaking his head a little bit. "Yeah, it is." he replied, looking around.

Mycah kept walking, ducking their head when people passed by them. Maybe investing in some sort of way to change their eye color temporarily would be a good idea.

Winter looked over when Mycah kept ducking their head. "You sure that you're alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow a little bit.

"Yeah. I just wish there was something I could do to change these," Mycah gestured at their eyes, "to a less conspicuous color, you know? At least while we're outside. I feel like they're going to give me away."

He nodded slowly. "Ah. Yeah. I don't really know how to help you with that, sorry. Unless you want to wear sunglasses all the time?"

"Um… probably not. Though they might help a little." Mycah shrugged. "This is the problem with all the magic-users being arrested. No more disguise amulets or charms." They shook their head.

He nodded a little bit. "Yeah. Sorry." he replied, looking over at Mycah. "I don't really know how else to help you. I don't have any magic, and you don't want to ask the demon."

"Mmm, no I don't," Mycah agreed, turning onto the street where the supermarket was. They wished there was a magic-user who had those and hadn't been arrested yet, but for now, it appeared they'd be getting sunglasses.

Winter let out a soft breath as he walked with Mycah, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "So, do you want to add sunglasses to the list, then?"

"I guess I have to," Mycah sighed. They really didn't want to spend that extra money, but there was nothing else they could do… except for one thing. Mycah's brow furrowed as they considered this new option. It could work.