Ａ ＳＴＵＤＹ ＩＮ：being doomed by the narrative, the modern whore of babylon, her father's unwilling daughter, revival of the old magic, the grotesque and unsettlingly horny, women's wrongs, god released her into the wild and is now hunting her for sport, &&. watching the golden girls on a crystal ball.
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she's made friendship bracelets for them, each charm a member of their main teams — with the exception of a zorua on hers and an eevee on his. additionally, each bracelet has a charm resembling a friend ball; she taps the one on her bracelet, and the one on his lights up. " so we know we're thinking of each other, even if we're far apart. " :)
he’s yet to say anything, observes the bracelet meticulously after it’s been rolled unto his wrist—— she’s expecting a reaction, he knows, perhaps waiting with bated breath, that he wouldn’t know when he’s so fixated on the gift he’s received; he understands the significance of the eevee almost immediately, as soon as emerald hues lay sight on the unevolved creature, jingling along with the rest of the charms strung together. gifts are few &͟. far in between, never anything this intricate either, they’re usually food, treats or pastries, considering how often he snacks &͟. his tendency to eat any &͟. everything as long as it doesn’t include meat—— or small plushies, to add to his collection of zoruas that reside within multiple display cabinets within his apartment. ( cannoli seemed to enjoy those too, much to his surprise. ) but a handmade friendship bracelet? a matching one even? now that’s unheard of. he’s never received that before.
truly, he doesn’t know how to react, what she envisioned that he’d say once the item has been handed o’er. there’s no words on the tip of his tongue, no words in his mind in general but he observes the bracelet with the same fascination of a deerling standing in the first snowfall of winter &͟. that in itself must mean something. ( there’s the faintest of sparkles in his eyes, for the first time in years. )
&͟. then she shows off the capabilities of the friend ball attached to the bracelet &͟. he can’t help the loud, ‘ooh!’ that seemingly slips right out, with enthusiasm. ( opposed to the normal dull &͟. lifeless tone he primarily speaks in. )
so we know we’re thinking of each other, even if we’re far apart, she says &͟. something in him feels like it shifts.
he doesn’t want to cry, no, he won’t but the pang in his chest is real &͟. raw, an emotion he can’t quite explain. he’ll take good care of it, for sure. ❝ … for me? you wasted your time making something like this for me? ❞ a laugh to cut through the words. ❝ i'll have to make you something in return but i’ll keep this safe on my travels, i promise. ❞
