Eeva never understood why Kaven insisted on dragging him out to these outings he had, especially since she knew that he didn’t need her to get a girl—that was something he could achieve very easily by himself. She was thinking that he wanted her to get out of their apartment and be social, despite her having told him that she didn’t need social outings like a regular person. She was comfortable to stay home most of the time, but every now and then she allowed herself to be wheedled out of her comfort zone. Last night was one of those nights, but she hadn’t stayed long at the pub before she left him and headed home, her social battery drained. She didn’t worry about Kaven; he’d find his way home safely.
Eeva was looking forward to having an evening to herself, maybe soak in a bubble bath and have some orange juice, her favourite juice to have, before tucking herself into bed for a nice rest. She headed to the fridge to beverage part of that fantasy and saw the post-it note on her juice. Her eyes widened and she glanced around herself, uneasy. How did that get there? She was certain it wasn’t there when she had left, she always remembered things like that. Still, the door had been locked when she arrived back, and a quick searching glance around the apartment told her that there were no signs of a break-in.
She searched through her things, but nothing appeared to be missing. What kind of robber breaks in and then robs nothing? This whole ordeal confused Eeva, but perhaps there was just an element to this that she simply couldn’t understand. She threw the paper away, a breath escaping her lips. She wouldn’t find any more answers just by staring at the words, so there was no point in trying to figure it out.
She decided to pack before heading to bed for some sleep since she wanted to be prepared for whatever awaited her tomorrow. Eeva grabbed her morning star and her throwing spear, placing them near her empty pack, which she grabbed and proceeded to fill with things around the house. Tomorrow, she would wear this outfit and so she packed this outfit to wear later on, setting the other aside to put on in the morning. She grabbed a light blanket she had stored in her room as well as the potion of strength she’d acquired and put it in her pack. Moving out of her room, Eeva headed into the kitchen with her bag. She grabbed three oranges—her favourite fruit, did you guess?—off the counter and put them in the bag. She grabbed a good two cups worth of dried beef from the cupboards along with some canned beans. Reaching up a little higher, she grabbed the unopened jar of peanut butter as well as a stack of crackers. Eeva collected all these food items and placed them in her pack.
Her water bottle she packed away too, though it wasn’t filled entirely with water. Eeva had tinted the liquid with the juice of an orange earlier that day, and since she hadn’t drank much water from the bottle that day, the orange flavour was still prominent enough to satisfy her.
Eeva headed back towards her bedroom, digging through the nightstand by her bed until she found the small vial she was looking for: liquid iodine. It had many uses that she thought would be useful for the trip, so she packed it away. As well, she packed a small wooden pocketknife, nothing fancy—only one function, unlike some of the cooler ones she’d seen, but still pretty useful in itself. It was the only item she had from her birth mother, and so it held sentimental value to her, even though she tried to deny any value besides a practical one. Having spent nearly her whole life in an orphanage, she clung to the sole gift she had from a parent. Ready for the day ahead, she put her bag aside and went to bed, falling asleep fairly quickly.
Eeva wasn’t sure what time Kaven came back to the apartment, as she had been asleep, but when she walked out of her room in the morning, fully dressed, she noticed that he had returned. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she made some boiled eggs for the two of them, coupled with some cooked bacon and apples—unsliced and unpeeled because she didn’t see the need to go through that extra effort. She presented the plate to him after he emerged from the bedroom, shrugging slightly. “Here, food,” she said as an explanation. “Strength for the journey.”
Eeva sat at the table for her breakfast, eating with purpose as she wanted to be punctual for this meeting. She would be spending a lot more time than she was already spending with Kaven for this adventure, but he was one of the few people whose constant presence she could tolerate, hence why they lived together. The guy was pretty dependable too, so Eeva was pretty sure that this next adventure would be nothing too difficult.
She gathered both their plates after they finished, rinsing them and putting them on the dish rack. Her head flicking in the direction of the door, she glanced back at him. “You ready?”
why is this so long 
I can’t with myself sometimes sorry
@Littlefeets - lmk if you wanna be tagged each time ‘cause I know I don’t need to tag Cali ‘cause she’ll see it regardless