After being patched up, Shizame sat at the kitchen dinning table after receiving a call of Carmina, asking if he wanted anything from their usual food place. He groaned in pain waiting for food to arrive, having as company the ticking of the clock.




The mysterious mercenary arrived with their meal, while he eagerly began to take bites of his plate, he realized Carmina was just staring, her helmet still on.



''Shizame'' So....... you gonna eat?



''Carmina'' i'll wait until you are done, make sure you don't pass out. Then i'll head to my room .



''Shizame'' Would be fun to actually you know, eat togheter for once instead of you hiding in your room like an angsty teenager.



''Carmina'' Not this again, Shizame please don,t.



''Shizame'' Well put yourself in my talons for once, we've been working togheter for years, fuck sake it just feels like you don,t trust me after everything we've did.



''Carmina'' As i told you, the helmet is not for those i trust, you did things you regret yes? I have yet to face my demons.... Until i do, i simply can't stomach my reflection, and the thought of people seeing the real me.



''Shizame'' Can you at least just lift it up, its not like seeing your beak will be that much of a reveal. Plus it would be nice if you ate your food warm.



''Carmina'' Well i am happy you are doing fine, if you excuse me i shall head to my room. Do not think ill of me Shiz, one day i may accept myself to remove the helmet when not in mission, until then i would appreciate you respecting my wish. I bid you goodnight.

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