somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Wednesday [06/19].

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MHA #4; Wednesday [06/19].

Summer had gone ahead and taken most of the day once her class was finished to rest up yesterday, and it seemed like that was a good thing, too, because when she woke up late in the morning the next day, she actually was...feeling a little better. The fever seemed to have broken, at the very least, so if she took it easy, she might be in pretty good shape for her party tonight. Definitely not top-notch, that much was clear as she groaned a little and tried to get herself out of bed, but she managed, groggily sitting at the edge of the bed for a moment before she noticed Pancakes watching her, all stiff and growling from the door.

And as soon as Pancakes noticed Summer noticing her, she went even stiffer, arching her back, hair standing up on end, and letting out a hiss before scampering off into the living room.

"Yeah, well," said Summer, trying not to sound too hurt and injured by that. Sure, it's not like she expected the cat to come waltzing with with confetti and balloons singing 'Happy Birthday' or anything, but that was just unnecessary, "fuck you, too, cat."

And now she was starting the day grumpy and irritable. Great. She sighed and got up, shuffling to the bedroom still in a fairly blurry state, mindlessly reaching for the door of the medicine cabinet to get out her toothbrush (with an idle thought that she really needed a manicure and bad, yeesh), and then closed the door to peer into the mirror to see just how much make-up she was going to need today to look somewhat Not Sick.

Apparently, the answer was: All the Makeup.

"What. The. Hell."

Two big black eyes blinked back at Summer, going wide at first before her brows decended in a worried frown. She leaned forward, touching gingerly at the grey, scaly skin there, frowning as some of it seemed to brush away like ash between her fingertips. And she was going to need a whole lot more than a manicure, by the looks of those claws, and Summer didn't know what was happening right now, but she did know that it was her birthday and the fact that this was happening on her birthday when she was supposed to be having this big old party was just...just...

Infuriating. She let out an angry yell, bearing her teeth at her reflection before pulling back a fist and smashing the mirror, breaking it up into a dozen mismatched shards, and, when that wasn't satisfying enough to vent her anger, she reached over and just tore the entire door off. Knocked some of the little bottles of lotion and perfume and other toiletries off in a clatter.

And then she picked up her phone, pulled up the list from the other night that she'd used to send the first message about the party, and sent another one, one she suspected people could FEEL the rage through:

NEVER FUCKING MIND!!! PARTY'S CANCELLED!!!

Why was this happening on her birthday?? Her birthday!! She followed the message up with a series of very angry emoji faces, and then went to send a message specifically to BDG:

We have to reschedule! If there aren't fucking UNICORNS ON THIS ISLAND next week, we fucking RIOT!!

And in the process of all that, Summer was discovering just how frustrating it was to actually type with claws, and so she, in another fit, wound up turning around and throwing her phone against the wall.

She supposed if it chimed with any responses, she might check and see just how badly she'd damaged it by doing that, but right now, she was just a little too busy flip-flopping between being flaily and furious about her current state to care. And maybe, just maybe, in a swing of regret, propping up a shard of broken mirror and desperately trying to see if she actually could cover some of this hot mess that was now her face up with some clever useage of foundation and concealer.

Yeah, no. This party was definitely cancelled. Life was cancelled. What. The. Hell!!

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Kanan's reply text was immediate and... well. Very concerned, really.

Cancelled? Are you okay? What happened?

Summer's response was significantly less immediate, because she spent a good deal of time just glaring at her phone on the floor on the other side of the room, and the only reason she didn't just give into the urge to crush it was because it had played the chorus of 'Lowrider' and that meant Kanan.

And, honestly, she was also just feeling glad to hear that it still actually worked after all that.

So she stomped over, swiped it up off the floor, read the message, scowled at it a little, and then swiftly went to the task of responding.

Im SICK BDG!!!!! On my BIRTHDAY!!!

Really, that was the most offensive thing about this whole ordeal, too. Not that she was sick and changing or anything like that, but just the mere fact that it had the audacity to happen on her birthday!!

And not just like NORMAL SICK, EITHER. Like a cold or something. Of fucking course not! It's got to be FANDOM SICK. my skin is GRAY, dude! I've got CLAWS---and, really, it was kind of impressive how quickly she'd adapted to being able to text with those claws now, too--Pancakes won't come near me...and look at my EYES!

So there was a disgruntled selfie being sent his way so he could see for himself, those big, black, practically soulless eyes underneath the world's worst brow...but she wasn't too worried about that, really, since he was pretty much the last person on Earth in any position to criticize someone else's brow game...

ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!

In case he hadn't caught that detail yet.

Hey, now. Those brows were majestic.

... Well, that's not good. Want me to bring you anything?

That... didn't seem like a text that was near concerned enough, no, but Kanan was admittedly still sort of standing there staring at the photo in a state of shock. Ah.

So, that explained the Bad Feelings and put Del's ramblings into more perspective, there.

Never too late for me to pick up a cake, at least.

Majestic at distracting from the beard, maybe.

OMG CAKE yes pls.

Best. Friend. Ever. Summer was going to straight up demolish that cake.

Also: delete that photo.

Actually, destroy the whole phone, just to be sure. Ill get you a new one.

Photo deleted. Text history cleared. Phone has way too many pictures of Stance, though.

And here was Kanan, sending off roughly fifteen of those photos in succession, most of them recent and involving happy Vest-vesty-vest dances, while he armed himself (just in case) and set out to J,GoB to shake someone down for a cake.

Maaaaan, Stance really was some kind of magic wonder dog, wasn't he? That flood of pictures almost made Summer feel a little bit better about anything, especially with the happy vest-vesty-vest dances, and she almost thought about telling BDG to bring him along, because some Stance cuddles seemed just the thing right now.

But, then again...considering the way Pancakes was reacting to her (and, quite honestly, the way she was reacting to Pancakes, too), maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all. She could handle snubbing from Pancakes, she was used to that, but she did not think she could handle that from Stance.

Almost as if on cue, Summer noticed Pancakes poking a tentative head into the bedroom, caught that Summer had caught her, hissed again, and went scampering back.

And this time, Summer was just going to hiss right back.

Not to rush you or anything, bdg but that cake cannot come fast enough.

Trying to choose what kind, I think I have it figured out, and now I'm on my way.

He was rushing, absolutely. Which was why when they'd presented him with the option between strawberry shortcake, black forest, or some kind of coffee concoction made mostly with cookies, Kanan had just sort of panicked and bought all three.

Need something to drink too, or should we just order mikshake delivery once I'm there?

Milkshake? What? Who even said anything about a milkshake? It definitely wasn't her, she'd said cake, what the hell were you doing wasting time with milkshakes?

NO MILKSHAKE. JUST CAKE.

Jeez, Kanan! What. The. Hel--

--but Summer blinked, realizing just how tightly she was holding her jaw (she shouldn't be able to hear it creak!), claws digging into her phone, a little astonished and taken back by just how mad something dumb like that made her, and she sucked in a deep breath to try and quash down whatever that was.

The guy was running around getting you a birthday cake, didn't even hesitate to ask if you needed anything when you said you wer sick, chill the fuck out, Summer, holy crap.

She breathed out another sigh, shifting her shoulders a little because it didn't really calm her down, it just made her feel all itchy and gross underneath her skin, but she still managed to add a much more sedated:

its really nice of you to do this for me bdg, ty.

And a heart.

Even if that heart made her feel inexplicably irritated.

Ugh! Forget just unicorns! You owed her unicorns, pegasi, hunky shirtless dude fairies and kittens in tea cups for this one, island!!

Yeaaaaah, Kanan was squinting at that heart a little, now.

Well. At least he knew what about this place was making his senses all scream in agony at once. That was good.

No milkshake. Three cakes, couldn't pick one. On my way up the stairs now, should I let myself in?

He was bracing himself. A lot.

Three cakes? Summer blinked and read that again. Yes. It said three cakes. The man went and got her three cakes...a swell of emotion just as ridiculous as the waves of anger she'd been feel swept over her, almost making her want to cry...and not just because she knew she was going to wind up eating every single crumb of those cakes, and therefor would not only be some weird creepy gray-skinned scaly monstrosity but also be a fat weird creepy gray-skinned scaly monstrosity.

FOR HER BIRTHDAY!

Well, the tearful apprecation was gone and the anger firmly back again! Yaaaay.

Summer drifted to the living room, though, if he was practically already there (and, man, that was fast, good on him), and she hadn't taken two steps in there before the yowling and hissing from Pancakes started up.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, thinking that if that stupid cat wasn't all the way over there under the couch, she'd kick the damn thing. "SHUT. UP!"

Unclenching her hands enough from picturing just strangling Pancakes for a moment, she turned her fury into a flurry of fingers over her phone.

yeah, idk if thats such a good idea. im not exactly feeling social right now. msybe you better just leave em at the door and ill get em. take one for you and hera at least though or something

Kanan... was standing at the other side of the door. And frowning. A lot.

"I can do that," he said, dubiously, just talking through the door now. He'd heard the yelling, and was just that much more concerned that Summer might do something she'd regret later. "... Want me to take the cat for a few days, maybe?"

Please don't eat Pancakes.

Summer...had definitely been thinking about eating Pancakes.

Granted, this was not a new thought for Summer, but it had so far never been a good sign when Summer was having that thought.

But, really, though, if she didn't want to get eaten, then she shouldn't be going around being named Pancakes, now, should she?

"Ohmygod," gushed Summer at the door, before each of the following words just came out forced through gritted teeth, "yes. PLEASE. She is driving. Me. Up. The. FUCKING WALL right now!"

The sharp yowl and irritated hiss that followed was clearly one to remind Summer that it wasn't the cat being the messed up one right now, the cat was being normal, she was the one who smelled wrong and looked wrong and tasted wrong and made her feel like reality was going all screwy somehow.

"Good luck trying to get her, though!" Summer added with a derisive snort, the words practically overflowing with sarcasm. "She's acting completely crazy right now!"

And now she was growling on top of that, too.

Pancakes. Not Summer.

...no, no, actually, they were both kind of doing it now.

Kanan sighed, and then pulled in a breath.

"Okay, I'm coming in," he said, and didn't bother to check if the door was locked or not, simply used the Force to jimmy it and then stepped inside. To his credit, he didn't so much as blink at Summer's new look. He'd gotten it out of his system with the photo, and if he didn't think about it too hard, he could tell himself that she was some kind of... half-Duros hybrid or something. Unusual, but not horrifying.

"Where's she at?"

He was going to shove the cakes at Summer, yes. Full hands were hands that were not ripping apart a cat.

And Pancakes answered Kanan's question the moment he was through the door, shoving the cakes at Summer, who just sort of blinked her shiny, shiny all-black eyes a little in surprise at them just suddenly being so there, and asking it.

Because Pancakes was going to see that open door and she was going to make a breakneck dash for it, scurrying as fast as her long, nimble kitten legs could carry her with her tail all fluffed out, anything to get the hell out of this apartment.

"Pancakes!" Summer yelled out after her, moving as if to lunge and grab her before she escaped, but, well, she had cakes in her arms.

Ohmygod, they smelled so good, too.

Now she was torn between running after her cat (which had to just been impulse, because, you know what? Also? Fuck that cat) and just tearing into these cakes right now.

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Kanan held up his hands, putting himself between Summer and the door.

"I've got her," he said, voice leaving little room for argument. "And she'll be safe with me until this blows over, okay? We'll do a raincheck on the birthday thing, and in the meantime, if you need anything, you know how to get in touch with me."

At least there wasn't anywhere but the hallway for Pancakes to get to. He'd play a game of 'fetch the kitty' and then go. Easy.

Summer opened her mouth (which seemed to have far too many teeth in it right now) and made a sound that was about ready to take what little room there was to argue and make the most of it, but she stopped before it really got started. The rest of it just seemed to get caught in her throat, backing up and filling her chest and all she could do to make it go away ways just grunt a little.

"Fine," she said. "Whatever. She was being really dumb, anyway, so have fun with that!"

And then that irritation she was feeling just sort of worked its way through her spine like a worm, making her shift uncomfortably with the realization that her emotions were as far beyond her control as Pancakes right now, and that made the next overwhelming emotion one of frustration and...honestly?...a little bit of fear.

Like, she knew she could be a total bitch when she was PMSing, but this was like PMS times a hundred billion.

"UGH!" she tilted her head back...waaay back, and groaned at the ceiling, stomping a foot and clutching the cakes a little more. "Why am I like this right now??"

On. Her. BIRTHDAY!!

Kanan's answering smile went a little sympathetic.

"We'll make it better," he replied. "If the island doesn't set it to rights itself by Monday, we'll make it better." A beat. "Hell, I'll spend the rest of the week trying to find a fix anyway."

He didn't trust you, Fandom.

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