rereading fhfg and sighing wistful longing gazing out the window.
Tommy and shubble used to be so happy
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Shubble scoffed, but Tommy cut her off. “I’ve gotta get ready soon but—and I mean this seriously—is something going on?”
She stood, back to pacing. “Lacy won’t reveal herself—she’s been here since I began, and I doubt she’s going anywhere.”
“Hey, enough with that shit. How are you?”
For the first time since stepping into the room, Shubble paused. “I’m alright,” she said. “I won’t lie, it’s been a little rough losing Sugamon, but I’m excited for tonight, you know?”
Tommy ignored the flutter in his chest. “Well, you could have started with that,” he muttered. “Skip the bullshit, next time.”
Shubble tilted her head. “So how exactly does it work? The magic, I mean.”
“It’s simple,” he said. “I reach into the core of my soul and pull out the energy, then I convert it into Nunya.”
“Come on,” she said, returning to the mattress and crossing her legs. “You know I can keep a secret—or a clue, surely you give me a clue.”
“Don’t,” said Clementine. “You know she’ll piece it together—she always does.”
Unfortunately, she was right. He sighed. “Nope, no clues.”
She groaned, flopping backwards again. “Almost had you.”
“You did not—I’ve been watching you pull that shit since I was eight, of course it didn’t fucking work.”