#accesspath. 001

[jrbev]

@accesspath

          “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]

@accesspath continued from here.

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.