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It didn't take long for Nina to form some kind of routine. She got up at the asscrack of dawn, ran around Somnius, came back, showered (and shout out to whoever invented showers and also Finnick for the sweet setup), and then started making breakfast. Simple things like porridge — the second bowl she made for Jeritza being doused in sugar because he couldn't be normal for five minutes.

Then she was sitting on the floor of the living room eating. They had furniture, but for some reason she never seemed to sit on it. At least in the living room.

"You have any plans today?"

Jeritza did not know the extent of their last encounter and Nina sure as fuck wasn't going to tell him. What he did know was that she had come out only slightly less worse for wear than the last time she let him torment her, and when she suggested they try and get the jump on him, for once, he had agreed readily.

Before he switched, Nina had him take his shirt off to save her the trouble, then proceeded to tie him up with intricate, tight knots, ropes crisscrossing his chest, arms tied around his back. She tied his ankles, too, because she knew that if it was her waking like this, kicking would be her second choice to free herself. Then she laid him down on the kitchen floor and kissed him sweetly. "Good to go, big guy." She murmured, then settled in to wait while he switched.

The Death Knight would be greeted by the sight of Nina sitting atop his chest, ass planted firmly on his sternum and a leg bent to press her foot against his throat, the curve settled just along his adam's apple with enough pressure to know she was not fucking around, but not enough to hinder his speech. Her arm rested across her knee, chin atop it, and a knife idly resting in her hand. She grinned.

"Morning, bitch."

Nina Ironfist could do a lot of things. She could kill monsters a hundred times her size, keep up pace with vampires and, apparently, even get her shit together enough to organize and run a defense force full of people she did not know from various different worlds.

She could not, it seemed, make a steak dinner to save her fucking life. It probably didn't help that she barely knew how to use a modern-ish stove, along with the fact that she was trying to also make all the sides. The kitchen was full of smoke, swearing, and the loud clang of pots and other various objects being thrown around the room as Nina screamed in frustration.

Maybe she could fix it by the time Jeritza got back (nope).

[An hour or two after this post, she will reach out to Emile after realizing he was back to normal. She didn't take the time to read his post, not yet, but she did see the number of comments and their feelings over the matter. It was negative and....a little toxic. She wanted to check up on him.]

Hey, Emile. This is Nuvia. I wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?

Too lazy to make a log on mobile LOL

revenge is a dish best served bloody. (CW: torture, blood, likely derogatory/sexist remarks, NSFW).