They've always said I pack a punch.
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They've always said I pack a punch.
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he’s squinting at small letters printed underneath a glass bowl. “ huh... break and chip resistant. wonder if it’s true. ” he doesn’t even think. sam drops the bowl and it shatters to a million tiny pieces.
❛ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 , 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? ❜ or should she know ? 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 ? find understanding coiled in her very soul ? 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 . they look at her with pity , sometimes horror . as if i am something dirty , she knows . fingers grab at her skirts while she sits , miserable , and waiting for something to become . ❛ sorry . it's been a few long weeks . and i haven't been sleeping well . my nightmares , you know , and my family's dreams come true . ❜ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 . unfeeling , and numb .
𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 liked for a starter
"HhhhwaaaaAAAAIT!”
She looked like Kirigiri. She sounded like Kirigiri. You’d think she was Kirigiri from a distance- but Kirigiri sure as hell didn’t shriek like a banshee and spend her days hiding away in the Future Foundation’s greenhouse. Kyouka tore it around the corner, lab coat fluttering wildly behind her and soil smeared across her cheeks and what looked suspiciously like blood sinking into the sleeves of her coat.
“You didn’t touch anything, did you?! One weird and off tilt of that lamp and you could kill off an entire generation of cilantro!” She skidded to a halt in front of the younger detective, hair a wild mess and free of its usual braids for once. She shoved past the older boy with ease, worriedly fussing over her gross and bitter plants.
“I positioned that lamp precisely so it didn’t burn the leaves at the top! D’you know what a catastrophe you could’a caused f’you tilted that thing wrong?!” She whirled around after making sure her heating lamp was in the precise position it was meant to be and planted her hands square on her hips, red eyes narrowing and bottom lip pouting outwards.
“I mean, cilantro tastes like total garbage, I know that much, but some people here like it! Plus, I’m tryin’ t’breed a kind that doesn’t taste like crap t’people like my sister an’ I who have th’ gene that makes it taste like soap!” She finished her rant and crossed her arms over her chest, brows knit together and her expression warped into a childish glare. She certainly... wasn’t like her sister in the slightest.
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“Why is everyone so fascinated by worms, lately?” A genuine question from local android, 6O. “I mean, they ARE fascinating! Don’t get me wrong! It’s just that a lot of people are saying ‘Oh, worm?’ in response to things that... aren’t even remotely related to worms. Are worms not native here, or something? I mean, that wouldn’t make much sense considering how important they are to an ecosystem, but...”
“ MY students are planning something. ”
Sometimes I wonder if I say Billy's name three times, would he show up like Beetlejuice?