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It had been a long week.  She worked a lot most weeks, but it had been even more busy with everyone and everything recovering from the Purge.  Businesses needed to be cleaned up, people had to go to hospital, and generally everything had to reset after a natural disaster -- or an unnatural disaster, in this case.  She'd spent most of the first few days running on caffeine and meals on the go.  It had reminded her of some of the more busy periods in her Section training, and she hadn't missed that.

In the back of her mind was that she probably needed to check on Daisy, but she hadn't done it yet.  They had texted sporadically over the past week, mostly to confirm that the other person had made it through and was still making it through, but they hadn't seen each other.  Daisy must have been busy as well.  When Daisy suggested that she bring a bottle of wine to Nikita's place instead of them meeting at a bar or for some sparring, Nikita had agreed and said she'd order in some sushi from the sushi place they both liked. 

They'd both had a few glasses of wine and there was no more sushi, so Nikita was feeling more relaxed than usual.  Microwave had settled between the two of them and was purring loudly.  She rubbed his little ears with the hand that wasn't holding a wine glass.

"Good idea," she told Daisy lazily. 
femmejosephine: (amused)
Do you want to look at plants with me today?

When the text arrived in the middle of a lunch rush, Nikita couldn't take the time to decipher it, so she just put her mobile back in her pocket.  Daisy did like to send random texts, generally suggesting a drink, a fight, a lay, or all three, so that wasn't the issue.  She wasn't much for euphemisms, though.  She and Nikita understood what this was and what this wasn't, and both of them preferred to say what they meant when it wasn't a risk to do so. 

An hour later, when the rush was over and Nikita was free to look at her phone, she pulled up the messaging app and considered the words again.  Daisy had a lot more plants in her flat than Nikita ever would.  Plants reminded Nikita of Carla and her offering of a rubber tree, which was both a good and a bad memory.  She had one or two, but only the kind that thrived on neglect.   Nikita understood plants that thrived on neglect.

Actual plants?  You don't have enough of those already?

She still didn't know exactly what was going on here, but it might be fun to find out.




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