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‘ ‘sup, elli. ’ it’s been a minute or some and he looks - well, like shit, to not put too fine a point on it. leon’s brow quirks. ‘ that your sis in there? thought she was gettin’ out for a while. ’

[jrbev]

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          “I know there are lawyers for things exactly like this and I know you’re, uuuh, not that, but I can’t afford one. So.”  Bev shrugs, it’s quick, his shoulders pop up with quite the exuberance. A weird, stark contrast to his heavy face.  “Oh, actually, I, uh,”  air pushes through his nose in a nervous huffy laugh,  “I don’t know, how much, how much do I pay you? My name happens to, uh, be my father’s as well, uh, I don’t know if that complicates matters. Well, no, I’m acting like that’s some unrelated coincidence, that my father and I have the same name. It’s not. That’s why I’m doing this. Can you change my name? Can you change it on everything? Like, everything. Is that possible, I guess is what I’m asking?”

[mimicic]

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Mim thinks it learned how to think wrong maybe. Mim also thinks it does not care. How can you tell it it is supposed to think this way. If it thought the way you think it should, it would be thinking like you. It does not want to think like you. It wants to think like Mim. Mim does not want to change. But sometimes, it wants to know how other people know things and why it doesn’t know them.

It thinks Elliot knows the same things. Thinks the same things. Sees the same things with his big reverse eight ball eyes. Mim likes Elliot’s eyes. Maybe their views are not identical. But they are from the same building, from the same fire escape. It likes that picture.

          “I do not alltheways do it right. But I do it.”

Mim does not care about many people. It cares less about Many People’s thoughts. Here is a surprise: it cares about Elliot’s thoughts! All of them!

          “What do you think. What are you thinkening thoughtening.”

It tries to tap Elliot’s forehead but it is not always good with body direction. It lays its whole hand on his forehead instead and rolls its lips in behind its teeth to hide its smile.

[rekant-a]

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               ‘ you tryn’a ignore me, man? i’m un-ignorable, i’m a pest. you wanna get some waffles? ‘cause i wanna get some waffles, and i would very, very much appreciate your company on such a venture. ’

[bunburie-a-blog]

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     “Ouch. That looks like it hurts.” Jack is off somewhere tending to the marshal’s wounds and Kate doesn’t want to stop to think about that, so instead she sits down at a respectful distance, pulls her legs up to her chest and rests her chin on her knee, looking somewhere past his shoulder. He looks like he took twice as much as a few of the survivors. “I don’t have anything to fix you up but,” she scuffs around in her pocket and produces a half empty roll of mints, pushing one to the edge of the pack with her thumb as she’s holding them out in his direction, “if you wanna wash bad tastes out of your mouth these are pretty good.”

[panderseck-blog]

   “What do youuuuuuuuuuu...? Hmmmm? Hup. Hup!” They have run out of breath. Sam is still relearning how to talk and breathe at the same time, a tall challenge for a being who spent a week in the putrefaction stage of decay before releasing themselves from the dirt. Sam takes a moment, allowing their lungs a refill. Their poor pulmonary tissues are still stiff and shiver a little in their chest. Their alveoli ache.      “Whaaaahhhh-t do you like--” They take a pause for breath. “--most about eating?”

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