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

Winter nodded, standing up. "So. Now that we're disguised, we have a bit less to worry about, yeah?"

"That is the hope, yes," Mycah said, picking up the newspaper and looking at it. They held it up, looking from the Winter in the photo to the Winter in front of them. "Yeah, it would be a long-shot to connect you to this picture."

Winter laughed a little. "Yeah. Same to you." he replied, smiling as he looked over at Mycah.

"Good. Good." Mycah nodded with a smile at Winter, glancing at the photo again before putting the newspaper back onto the table. They felt lighter, and not just because they'd chopped off most of their hair. The fear that had appeared the moment they'd seen the photo was dissipating. It wasn't all the way gone, but they felt much better.

Winter was hoping no one could or would recognize them, with their hair so different and Mycah's eyes a different color.

With luck, the authorities would think Mycah and Winter had fled the country or something and stop looking for them after a while. Then they could both just be normal people… or, at least, people who weren't getting hunted.

Winter let out a soft breath, stretching and looking over at Mycah. "How you feeling?" he asked softly.

"Less stressed, that's for sure," Mycah answered, a small laugh ending the sentence. "Even if the authorities burst in here, I'm guessing we'll only get in trouble for breaking into a house, not because we killed someone. What about you?" They glanced at Winter.

Winter laughed a little. "Yeah, same here." he replied, looking over at Mycah with a faint smile.

"Yeah… life should be better now. If they are only going off of weird hair and eyes, we'll be invisible. Maybe they'll just give up after a while." Mycah shrugged, returning Winter's smile.

Winter laughed. "Ha. Hopefully." he nodded a little, looking at Mycah. "I don't know what'll really happen, but we can always hope."

"Yes, we can." Mycah really didn't want to become a prisoner or spend the rest of their days on the run. But Winter was right. They could always hope, and right then, Mycah was filled with it.

Winter smiled at Mycah, then looked around the house. "Hm. I should try and get the shower working better." he remarked..

"Oh. Do you have anything that I could try and do?" Mycah asked. They weren't that confident in their fixing abilities, but if they had to move something or reorganize, they could do that.

Winter shrugged. "I…not really, sorry." he replied, looking over at Mycah.

(Oh, I just saw your username… happy birthday!)
"Alright. I'll figure out something to do, then. Good luck with the shower," Mycah said, giving Winter an encouraging smile. Maybe they'd do something with the back yard.

(thanks!)

Winter nodded a little bit. "Thanks." He headed into the bathroom, taking the toolkit with him and hoping that it was something he could fix.

Mycah watched as Winter walked into the bathroom, then started out to the back yard. It was still quite tiny, and still very overgrown. They stared at it, a slight grimace on their face.

Winter got to work on the sink, grimacing a little bit.

Mycah stepped into the back yard, deciding to start by simply trimming any overgrown plants. Then, they would take out all the weeds.

Winter kept working, humming quietly as he tried to repair the pipes and get them in working order.

There were a few bushes set against the side of the house, all overgrown and wild. Mycah glanced around, then quickly used their tattoos to make some small clippers. They started trimming, trying to tame the first bush.

Winter kept working on the sink, still humming faintly as he worked.

Mycah finished with the first bush and moved onto the next one. Even though what they were doing wasn't as important as what Winter was doing, they still felt good about doing it. They probably wouldn't be able to do the front yard in case someone got too suspicious, but maybe eventually…

Winter continued working, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to get everything to cooperate.

Mycah finished with the bushes, stepping back a few steps to admire their handiwork. It wasn't the best, but it sure looked better than what they had looked like before.

Winter kept working, frowning a little bit. "Come on. Work, you little fuck."

They turned, the daunting job of ridding the place of weeds still ahead of them. Mycah took a deep breath, then knelt down in front of the first clump of weeds.

Winter kept muttering curses as he tried to get the pipes fixed, his eyes narrowed.

Gardening had always been Allx's thing, and although Mycah liked watching him, they never really enjoyed doing it themself. Still, it had to be done.