[Sasha never truly expected the nightmares to stop completely, but a handful less of them would have been nice. She hasn't seen a Titan in real life for almost a year now, but yet there they are in her dreams.
And now that she's given Haunter back to Shiro, Sasha doesn't have Dream Eater to wipe her subconscious clean anymore, so she's stumbling out of her room, blanket draped over her head as she shuffles down to the kitchen. The house is pindrop silent aside from the occasional Pokemon snore, but none of them pay her any attention. After all, it's not the first time Sasha has gone down to double check that the food is still safely tucked away in the fridge.
It is, however, the first time she pulls the fridge open and plops herself down on the floor in front of it, pulling out anything that's in arm's reach and shoving it into her mouth. Food is good. It's comforting. Eating food means she isn't eating her friends, much like the nightmares insist on showing her.]
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And now that she's given Haunter back to Shiro, Sasha doesn't have Dream Eater to wipe her subconscious clean anymore, so she's stumbling out of her room, blanket draped over her head as she shuffles down to the kitchen. The house is pindrop silent aside from the occasional Pokemon snore, but none of them pay her any attention. After all, it's not the first time Sasha has gone down to double check that the food is still safely tucked away in the fridge.
It is, however, the first time she pulls the fridge open and plops herself down on the floor in front of it, pulling out anything that's in arm's reach and shoving it into her mouth. Food is good. It's comforting. Eating food means she isn't eating her friends, much like the nightmares insist on showing her.]