•Peace•

•Chapter Twenty-Six•

=Chapter Twenty-Six=
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How to build? Idk
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Sunday, 22st of September

I awoke in my bed, snuggled against a giant orca whale plush, breathing in the scent of.. Jason?

What?

I looked harder at the plush, realizing I never owned an orca plush before. Where did it come from?

And it's smells like Jason..

I buried my face back into the plush, inhaling deeply before I froze realizing what exactly I was doing.

Nobody was watching but I still withdrew and cleared my throat, feeling the tinge of embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

I took a good look at the orca and grinned stupidly.

"You're adorable." I told it.

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Two days later

Tuesday, 24th of September

Jason hadn't been back since the afternoon he carried me back into my apartment.

I'm pretty sure he was the one who gave me Ollie, my new orca plush, as it smelled gloriously like him.. leather and vanilla.

I wasn't sure how vanilla snuck into the mix but I loved it.

May deemed me well enough to come out of exile to help set up the new shelves.

They had arrived late yesterday after a long day of deep cleaning, sweeping moping- the works.

I didn't mind cleaning, but it would've been a lot of strain on my wound, and despite my longing to be apart of the cleanup crew, I really didn't want to spend more time laying around with a re-stitched wound.

I really wish I could heal it.

But noooooo... that would blow my cover, and I'm not going to do that.

But now I sat on the sparkling floor, setting up IKEA cabinets, the instruction manual more confusing even though I had my dyslexia-banning glasses on.

"Uh no. It goes like this." Bella pushed a wooden dowel pin into the shelf and awkwardly put the two pieces of particle board together.

"I'm not sure.." I hesitated.

"It looks fine. Let's just get it over with."

It had been Bella's idea to get IKEA shelving instead of thrifting good solid wooden shelves.

But why bother with IKEA if she wasn't patient enough to figure it out correctly? I wasn't about to let these shelves be defective and accidentally create another disaster the next time we have an attack in town.

"I can do it, Bella. You can work on something else if you'd like." I offered.

She sighed loudly. "Fine. If you want to do it yourself you can. I'm hungry anyways.." she eagerly (not hiding her emotions very well) got up and walked to the counter, picking up the phone and calling someone.