#dbaa. 001

[usedgenes]

@dbaa​​

Angelo hurries past and tries to skip the line. Nix blocks him with their arm. If he weren’t a Salucci, it would not have been an arm.

          “You look like shit. You can’t go through my door.”

[foxfoe]

@dbaa

It’s silly, but that spot there is how You leak through. And. I don’t know why I’m telling You this like You don’t already know. You know. I know You know. You listen in. You can’t help it. Father Patrick couldn’t either. That spot there is, it’s one of those whisper galleries. So, you stand there and you hear all the prayers of the people in the front pews. Father Patrick used it for heresy. He fancied himself a bit of a prophet. When the old ladies knelt for prayers, he’d go stand in that spot. And sure enough, he’d hear them and their old, frail voices and he’d tell them their prayers have been heard by You through him. He might’ve been senile, by that point, and not’ve known. I’m not trying to place judgement. That’s Your job. It’s not divine to hear prayers, it’s easy, it’s gospel gossip. Anything is a prayer if you listen closely enough. It’s the answer, I believe, is what You want from us. I want to show her that. And, yeah, sure, it’s a cool fucking trick. I want to impress her. Is that so bad? I rest my hands on her shoulders and orient her onto the spot.

          “Stand there.”

[dogfake]

@dbaa

          “No.”

Is the instinctual, audible, repulsed response Dr. Barks has to a child approaching them (them: her and her fake dog: not-dolly the dalmatian). Her right shoulder hunches up, like she’s physically recoiling from him and/or shielding herself. She looks like she thinks she can contract measles just by looking at him.

As if there weren’t enough reasons to hate dogs: walking it in public is somehow interpreted as an unsolicited invitation to interact with it (and, by extension--consequently--her). What she wants to do is let go of the leash and walk in whatever direction it or he does not. But this is her dog. Her fake dog. She’s put in too much effort (she’s on her fifth day of how-not-to-act training).

So callous:

          “We don’t talk to children. No thank you. Go find a white van to jump inside of.”