Feb 16, 2022
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@gigabattery replied to your post:
HER WHAT
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@gigabattery inquired: “When is the last time you ate?” Noticing Trauma - Accepting
The question didn’t even make Miranda pause. That was the funny thing, wasn’t it? That Miranda was getting used to that being one of those ever-persistent things that she couldn’t shuck off, floating around her all the time, unable to be missed. Miranda couldn’t see them. She could feel the weight of them, bearing down against her scales, but that was a different story than seeing them.
Stubborn. At least underwater, amongst her own people, no one dared ask the question. They danced around it, of course, suggested hints of it when they thought it could slip beneath Miranda’s defenses, but they feared her enough and thought highly enough of her position that they dreaded ever making clear that open secret.
The land, in comparison, had no grace to spare. It came in like a wrecking ball, finding the sore spots and scratching them into open wounds if they could. All the time asking why Miranda flinched, or why she didn’t answer, or was she in pain?? Even when the blood had started to pour and all Miri could do was gasp for breath. Clueless as infants, and with just as much tact. It was one of the few things Miranda truly despised the land for, which at least came with the justification that it was mostly her that they were hurting with their carelessness.
“Lunch was scheduled at 1,” she began, as if that answered the question. Miranda knew it didn’t, sitting there as conversational filler, but she didn’t really care to put the point back into the spear tip, so to speak. Sure, it rang hollow around her paling scales, her tired eyes, her avoidant gaze, but Miranda paid it no mind. She avoided the unavoidable by burying herself into preparation, nose held low to paper below her. “I saw to it as I followed my routine.”
@gigabattery replied to your post:
Don't forget 'Mr. Permanent Burn Ward Patient'
Well, if she has something so keen to say, why doesn’t she just step right up and say it to his face? It is not as though it’s hard.
He is where he always is, after all. At the bottom of an underwater valley, under several miles of ocean, where the sun itself has never touched.
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That depends on how powerful her boo-bs are
They’re powerful alright, she’s got pretty strong boos
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What does your muse smell like to mine? || accepting
Ozone, welding fumes, and chamomile.
@gigabattery replied to your post:
concern
Oh, Sandy need not worry a hair on her head! This is a problem for a different universe entirely, and someone else to fear what approaches.
"Hey! You're supposed to be dead!"
"Nuh uh! Thish game ish ... called.. COPSH and ROBBERSH!"
"Yer ... sposed' to be... dead. PEW PEW!" FINGER GUNS.