Fitting Back Together

Too Much

A/N: Sorry for the very late update. I got covid back at the beginning of Febuary and am still testing positive on RATs and feeling like shit. and it's made my underlying health issues so much worse. so i'm not going to push myself too hard when it comes to getting chapters out (i also don't know how badly this is going to affect my cognitive function going for). I do have one other fic that i'm still posting regularly for but that's because i had it 90% complete before i got covid so it's much easier to update. this fic and my sea mechanic one takes a lot more brain power.I also haven't been able to respond to the comments you guys have left yet but I just want you to know that i loved them and really appreciate them. i'll try to respond when I can though 

[Trigger Warning: reference to recreational drug use, underage sex, dubious consent]

In the end, Yumiko hadn't fallen asleep. But they'd cleared the plates off the bed and settled back under the sheets, shuffling close together for warmth. Yumiko had dozed on the edges of consciousness, cheek pressed into her pillow as every so often she opened her eyes to gaze at the woman beside her - who didn't seem nearly so drowsy.

In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if Magna had helped herself to a can of Red Bull when she wasn't looking.

(she'd forgotten that lack of sleep tended to make her more wired than tired)

Right now, she tiptoed her fingers up Yumiko's spine, singing under her breath. "And I'd sell my soul for total control. Yeah I'd" - tap - "sell" - tap - "my" tap - "soul" - tap - "for" - tap - "total con" - tap - "trol. . . "

"I swear you and my brother share the same brain cell sometimes."

Magna nearly fell off the bed. "What the fuck, Miko? Why would you say something like that? I mean, I know I hurt you but some things are a step too far."

"Well, stop acting like my brother and I won't have to take that step."

It was creepy - if in a slightly-amusing-but-not-so-sure-I-want-to-dissect-this kind of way.

Magna huffed, settling onto her back. "Fine way to treat someone who just cooked you dinner."

"It's nearly three in the morning."

"Breakfast?"

"Well, I suppose it was an omelette. . ." Yumiko sighed, shifting around as she tried to get comfortable. Her earlier reluctance for sleep had faded. Now, with the night's dirty laundry truths thoroughly aired and her stomach full, she was willing to answer its call.

If she could just find a comfortable spot on this lumpy carcass of a mattress.

They were definitely doing this at her place next time.

Yumiko frowned as she felt something hard under her pillow. Lifting it up - more than a little afraid of what she might find - she froze at the sight of a stainless steel chef's knife.

It looked familiar, too familiar. In fact, she was fairly certain she'd seen this exact same knife - or at least one of its siblings - pass through Magna's hands when she'd been at the sink earlier tonight. "Please don't tell me you've been stealing knives from work."

"Okay. Then I won't tell you." Magna shrugged and closed her eyes.

"Magna."

She threw up a hand. "Look they took all my fucking knives, okay? Including Gerber Mark II. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Not steal from your place of employment."

First the mango, now this.

Honestly, it was a miracle Magna hadn't been arrested for theft during her first year out of prison. Yumiko had certainly had her suspicions about that expensive bottle of wine she'd gifted to her mother.