RFYL -- A Shot for Humanity
She woke up to the usual sounds of the morning; the sounds of her fellow survivors slowly waking, the sounds of silence that made her sick in the morning.... There was a light pounding at the front of her skull but the brunette had worked through bigger hangovers before....
Amber eyes glanced to the warm body next to her, a soft chuckle in the back of her throat to see him dozing off. Hanji managed to crawl out of the sleeping bag, pulling the blanket back up to cover the man with a smile. It wasn't long to stay, the woman grabbing her glasses and jumping to her feet. Boots were pulled on, knife at her side, and gun stashed in her backpack. She glanced towards the window with a small sigh. Dawn was breaking, so she woke just in time.
Careful not to be ask much as a klutz as usual, Hanji hurried out the door and felt the second wave of nausea when she passed the door to the basement. Rico was just starting down the steps of the attic, the pure look of distaste not hidden from her expres
The only reason they had met was because she was atrocious. The loudest woman in the dorms, partying it up in a tipsy state, telling ridiculous stories as she took more liquor. Her laugh was the loudest, cracking and breaking through most of her sentences even after he held her hair back when she got sick. Somewhere among all the laughter she managed to melt him, get him to chuckle at something stupid she had said before suggesting a better 'first impression' when she sobered up.
She was hard to keep up with; the woman talked mile a minute. More often than not the topic of conversation switched or jumped around. Two sentences in a conversation could be the same topic of five sentences ago, but not three sentences ago. She liked to ramble, or rather - she needed to. She kept herself so busy, and it seemed she couldn't write down her thoughts fast enough. He didn't mind, he liked hearing her go on; it was relaxing. Maybe it was somewhere among all the topic changing he had agreed