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Staring in the cracked mirror that morning, Hanna had felt a sense of accomplishment he never really had before. It had been months, and the longest time, he hadn't felt as good as he did now, each deep breath he took, he did so with new lungs, and it reminded him of what he had done to get here. Weeks of sickness, bedridden and miserable. Pushing his body to its limits to find where his true threshold of power was. And, with his shirt off, the absence of the runes on his body, keeping him alive were a sign that maybe he could move on from hiding his problems from the world. That sewing him up wasn't an impossible idea any more, and that the cool metal of his staples could maybe be removed one last time and be replaced with a needle and thread to make a much cleaner line.
This wasn't quite so important though, no. Not right now, early morning, mid June he had a job that needed doing that was at least six months in the making. So, pulling on a shirt to go over the scars, he put his supplies in his pocket, the rest outside and waiting for him, and he quietly heads towards the door. Both Lea and Vriska are aware of his plan, but at the same time he didn't want interference. He wanted to do this alone, and the text's he's left them both are easily written off as Hanna just being Hanna, going and doing shit. He can face the heat later when they get angry that he didn't mention that today was the day, but...this is something he wants to do for himself. It's what he's suffered for the past few months and just like back home, he's got this, all on his lonesome.
Slipping on his shoes, he gives one last glance at the house, the cool summer air still warm and keeping the house a nice temperature, before he shuts the door. The weeder he had found would do the job he was intending it to do just fine, even if it would take quite a while, and he smiled at the little hand tool, ready to set out, his spot all figured out. And the walk in the mid-summer sun was a nice one, feeling like a good omen for the battle that he was sure would come.( We'll raise their kids and commandeer their wives )
This wasn't quite so important though, no. Not right now, early morning, mid June he had a job that needed doing that was at least six months in the making. So, pulling on a shirt to go over the scars, he put his supplies in his pocket, the rest outside and waiting for him, and he quietly heads towards the door. Both Lea and Vriska are aware of his plan, but at the same time he didn't want interference. He wanted to do this alone, and the text's he's left them both are easily written off as Hanna just being Hanna, going and doing shit. He can face the heat later when they get angry that he didn't mention that today was the day, but...this is something he wants to do for himself. It's what he's suffered for the past few months and just like back home, he's got this, all on his lonesome.
Slipping on his shoes, he gives one last glance at the house, the cool summer air still warm and keeping the house a nice temperature, before he shuts the door. The weeder he had found would do the job he was intending it to do just fine, even if it would take quite a while, and he smiled at the little hand tool, ready to set out, his spot all figured out. And the walk in the mid-summer sun was a nice one, feeling like a good omen for the battle that he was sure would come.( We'll raise their kids and commandeer their wives )