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[yumihisu] call it heartless attraction at best [2/2]

It isn't raining anymore.

Around nine in the morning, Historia wakes up on the couch. Rather, half on the couch, the other half hanging off the edge. She stretches out a bit, drawing her arms forward into a long arc before going limp on the cushions again.

She sinks further into her clothing when the chill of the room finally registers in her mind, and then she realizes what exactly she's wearing. It brings a smile to her face, briefly, at least. Then she remembers who they belong to, more specifically that her number is sitting empty in her phone right now.

Historia sits up and yawns, leaning back against the couch and reaching for her phone. She doesn't have any messages, which was to be expected. And yet she wishes she could materialize a text from Ymir.

It's still a bit too early to text her, so she hops up and heads for the small pile of boxes in the corner of the room. A minute of digging around later, she finds her own clothes and hopes she'll have something presentable enough for when she sees Ymir next.

Holy shit, why does she care how she looks for Ymir?

Historia shakes her head because it's far too early for her to be this bent out of shape. She grabs the first thing she can find off the top of the box and heads to take the coldest shower of her life -- or maybe hottest, she hasn't decided yet.

-

It ended up being the latter.

Historia feels like a boiled crayfish when she finally gets dressed and heads back to the living room, and she can't even find it within herself to be annoyed by it. Ymir's clothes are already started in the wash, save for her hoodie, which she'd already folded and set on top of the dryer.

She pulls her phone back out and sees that she's managed to pass about twenty minutes, and she's getting far too impatient to wait longer.

So she disregards etiquette -- the whole 'wait 3 days' rule in particular -- and hopes that Ymir feels the same amount of urgency to see her again.

historia
hey lmk when you want your clothes back i'll be free all week
also i still dont have a car but im set on taking you out soon so just say a place and i will* find a way

Historia locks her phone swiftly and flops face-first into the couch. She needs a distraction. Immediately.

So she sets her mind to the pile of boxes across the room, and she swears to herself that she won't stop until they're all broken down and her flat is at least a bit more livable.

-

When Ymir finally gets around to reading Historia's texts, it's been a few hours. She's just now gotten to a point in the day where she has a free minute, and she distinctly remembers getting a notification earlier. It's been tearing her apart ever since.

She sits down at the table that she and Historia shared last evening, feeling her face heat up as she scrambles for a response. God, she feels bad for being so slow.

ymir
so sorry for leaving u on delivered its a mess over here today
also almost passed out taking the bagels out of the oven
that was so scary and my post-near-death experience brain has me feeling spontaneous so ill pick u up and we can go out tomorrow at like 8 if that works

She sees the read receipt pop up almost immediately, and she wonders what Historia's been up to that makes her schedule so flexible. She'd assume that the first few days of moving would be stressful and rushed. Or, that was what her past experiences told her.

Ymir perks up a bit when she sees Historia start typing. It appears and reappears rapidly, so Ymir just watches dumbly until she responds.

historia
okok! sounds good