Right. How about we just go with the whole ice-cream thing?
That’s not a good idea, but okay.

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Right. How about we just go with the whole ice-cream thing?
That’s not a good idea, but okay.
Okay… all I’m saying is don’t make a mess.
See I know you’re not using reverse psychology but it feels like you are, and because it feels like you really want me to that makes me not want to even though I think I know you don’t want me to which makes me want to but also not want to and then I want ice cream. Y’know?
Don’t move a thing. I spent three hours cleaning and organising this room perfectly.
You shouldn’t say things like that to a cat.
“I’m like 99% sure you’re on something, so I’m just going to walk away.” Felicia picked up her satchel and swung it over her shoulders. “Toodles, kitty cat.” She said quickly as she began to walk away. Sure, this was an insane asylum and sure, she was a patient, but there was no where in the guidelines that said she had to put up with crazy chicks like that.
“Bloody wish I was on something,” Kitty muttered to herself, watching the pretty girl leave. Pretty pretty, just wrong for kitty. “Maybe then the world would stop spinning.” So she lay down in the grass and looked up at the sky of the tree-cloud-tree and pretended the world was real.
“Aren’t scientists supposed to be good at stuff like that? I ain’t good at life or anything like it.” Felicia had took a step back at this point, not necessarily afraid, but definitely unnerved at the girl. “Are you loco, chica? Seriously that’s just an expression.”
“See you say that but you’ve lived this long! You didn’t choke on a pair of nailclippers when you were three and a half months old, did you? I mean, unless you did, in which case you are looking amazing for a corpse, jay ess why kay.” Kitty began pulling up strands of grass and braiding them together because, well, why not?
“Not a chica, a kitty cat. But loco? Hella!”
“Oh.” Felicia replied, still looking up at the tree, “Huh.” The brunette quickly accepted the reasoning behind the tree looking so odd before turning to see where her facts came from. “You a scientist or somethin’?” She asked, really not caring at the answer.
“Are we not all scientists, in the ology that is life?” Kitty kept smiling at the girl, that unnerving grin that was really too big for her face, “Actually I read at Oxford. And okay, it wasn’t in the university itself, it was only in the town, and okay, I was only reading comics but the point still stands!
“Or sits. Do you think points get tired of standing? Maybe they really want a nice nap.”
“Weird looking tree if you ask me.” Felicia said absentmindedly as she heard footsteps approaching. She had wandered out to the garden at some point during her second day at the Clubhouse and really hadn’t found her way back inside.
Kitty grinned. She lived for situations like this. “That’s a very low flying cloud,” she told the girl, sitting down at the base of the tree with a bump. “I understand the leaves might confuse you and the bark and such but that’s just global warming affecting the texture of the raindroplets.”
You’re missing the fact that I want to kill these animals. I want to murder them in your name and then I’ll kill you.
This is fun for me.
Well it’s pretty boring for me. So hurry up and kill the itty bitty pretty kitties so you can get on to the main event because you’re being dull and drear and stupid. Though I dunno if you know how to be anything but so I guess there’s no point in me telling you anyway because you’ll just keep being the way you are which is boring.
I wanted to see if you found my second surprise.
This one is still alive. At least it was last night.
Yeah, so? -wrinkles her nose- I really don’t have time for theatrics at the moment, so either kill me now or don’t but enough with the animal mutilation.
It’s got boring. Drill drill drill wint.
Oh really? Odd.
Hm. Why are you talking to me?
This corridor wasn’t here yesterday but now that it’s here today it’s always been here.
Hiro wasn’t that interested in what was on the tv, he was more so worried about the girl sitting so close to it with her hands pressed to the screen. He scratched his head and thought about the question for just a moment. “I don’t think so, but then again English wasn’t my very best subject. But um…are you okay? You look like you might be trying to climb into the tv…which would be so cool if you could, I’m not even going to lie.”
“Samara is a pretty name,” Kitty agreed, then frowned suddenly, “No, she was the other one. Kayako Saeki! That’s her, she’s the telly one. Even though it should be in August. Stupid Romans.
“I think they’d be friends. Don’t you?” she glanced over her shoulder, shooting the boy a too wide grin.
how fucked up would it be if you jumped in a ball pit and it was just tomatoes painted different colors
Kitty sat cross legged in front of the tv, far too close to be good for her or anyone else. She pressed her hands to the screen, watching as the colours warped and reformed under her fingertips. She didn’t turn around, even though she knew there was someone behind her. Kitty sighed.
“Is there a word for words that sound like what they are? Like ‘balk’. It’s not onomatopoeia but it sounds like the action even though the action doesn’t make a sound.”
That one dude was a tree though! And was all “I am Groot,” and the raccoon, I actually saw that movie on some pretty hard drugs so when the raccoon started speaking I flipped my shit.
Like what kinda tail?
They were the best characters. Like I really liked Nebula, because she was the same colour as my hair was at the time, but they were the best. Simon says.
I wish I’d got to watch more movies on drugs. But I didn’t really have anywhere to watch ‘em, you know? No teevs in the woods.
Like a fluffy tail. And I could wrap it around myself when I’m cold. And it would be fluffy and I could fluff it and it’d be soft. And I could pick things up with it!
El-oh-el, I’m leaving, bye.
El Ohelle could be a great spanish superhero though.
You know rainbows don’t exist unless you’re looking at them?
You’re kinda like that.