This was the time that most people would spend in self reflection. Where was this thing going, what was this relationship in general, and skipping off into that wonderful cloud of warm and fuzzy. Spending time getting to know one another.
The only thing was Briareos and Kymopoleia looked psychotic cats trying to smile and be pleasant when they were used to clawing and scratching each other. This was their warm and fuzzy stage and it was weird. She couldn't blame this all on him because she had been the one to jump in and lend the hand. It was new to both of them.
The cut she'd stitched up had healed over leaving behind a nasty scar. Just another thing to add to the collection of things that made him cringe in the winter. Often times his back twisted and contorted in pain from the arms he used to have. To the world they were imaginary, but to him they were still very, very real.
Briareos had not planned on seeing Kymopoleia, she tended to stay on the run but he knew curiosity would drag her back. He'd never really attempted to clean up, and to some he still looked rugged. Even in lighter clothes he looked like the thin plankton that clung to a whale instead of the whale diving down into the deep ocean.