#interaction. tzipporah.

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@miidnighters, for flynn.

SHE'S BEEN AWKWARDLY FIDGETING for like, ten seconds. she's pretty sure, anyways. isn't the concept of time a funny thing? and space, she supposes. meaning: don't ask how she got here, she has no clue, she just followed her feet. and it led to him. maybe there's a metaphor there? tzipporah clears her throat. awkward. gives him a smile. awkward, but sweet. "hi. i've been looking for you. you look, like. really tired. or upset. those sometimes are the same thing. are they, like, right now? what's wrong."

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@vitalphenomena, aria said: you can go to sleep if you want to.

"i don't really sleep that much." a shrug of her shoulders, though it's not said with that much distrust. sure, a little wary - but tzipporah, historically, is wary of anyone and everyone still. just a little bit. but there's a long line of degrees of separation that somehow still winds up with aria being on the trustworthy side of tzipporah's wariness. "just. keep doing whatever. i'm not like, watching you. i just don't sleep. i don't care, aria. you're fine."

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@miidnighters, flynn said: ❝ you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. ❞

SURPRISE, SURPRISE. the formerly constantly monitored science experiment doesn't like the implications that she was being watched in her sleep. tzipporah doesn't like the concept of being watched at all, really.

it makes her skin crawl. jaw sets, hands curl absently into fists at her side. if that was meant to be romantic, well. plus - being told she's cold isn't really flattering, is it, actually. maybe she's a bit irritated at that, too. voice harsher than usual - who knew tzipporah could sound this mean.

"what the fuck is wrong with you? why are you watching me, anyways?"

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@miidnighters, flynn said: ❝ i’ll always want to listen to you. ❞

"I NEVER REALLY HAVE MUCH TO SAY." her voice is almost apologetic, glancing over at him. the words feel bitter on her mouth, and that's how tzipporah knows it's a lie, even if she doesn't mean to. her gaze drops, glances the window of eden's screened off porched. watching the sun set, listening to all the bugs and birds buzzing and chirping. okay, maybe she knows she was telling a lie. but can she be blamed? what the fuck is she meant to say?

hey, flynn, i'm a fucked up science experiment made in a fucked up lab, i read and manipulate minds but whenever i do my memory does a fucking hard reset and if i ever am captured i'll probably forget you and never see you again, and because i won't remember i won't fucking care and that makes me feel like another kind of monster when i already feel like--

yeah. that won't really work out that well, will it? but maybe she can take smaller steps. she just hates feeling like a liar. her mouth opens and closes. tzipporah glances at him again, and for once, does something impulse. moves and props herself down into his lap (and prays eden is already asleep, or not snooping like she tends to do). she clears her throat, leans her back against his chest. "i... i have like. bad memory problems. like, really bad. i forget things, a lot. i don't mean to. i don't want to, either. not my choice."

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[ mello -> tzipporah 3:30 AM ] ur whole librarian thing is kind cute ngl [ mello -> tzipporah 3:31 AM ] not to be like gimmie one chance but [ mello -> tzipporah 3:31 AM ]

[ mello -> tzipporah 3:32 AM ] anyways even if ur not interested and just wanna get out of the house away from grandma lmk we can go ice skating or sum shit

[ tzipporah -> mello 3:40 AM ] This is an insane thing to say at 3 am. But okay. One chance. [ tzipporah -> mello 3:40 AM ] Do you mean now? Leaving the house. It's late. Early? [ tzipporah -> mello 3:43 AM ] But we can get breakfast before I have to work. If you're gonna be awake by then. I have to go at 9 am. [ tzipporah -> mello 3:43 AM ] My brother said ice skating is a humiliation ritual if you've never done it before.

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@mossofteeth

AFTER TRYING TO CHECK IN THE BOOK IN HER HANDS for longer than some would say appropriate - long enough to give tzipporah the beginning of a headache, thanks to the repetition of the annoying beeping of the scanner - it seems she has given up. book on the desk, hands resting intertwined on top of it. as though the offending book is so terrible she doesn't even want to look at it. then comes the struggle to lift her gaze and make eye contact, which tzipporah can acknowledge is a bit silly - but she can't help it ( eden calls it regressing, her siblings call it you don't need to be an asshole about it, eden ).

but tzipporah manages to persevere. a raise of her eyebrow, and she doesn't mean to sound as frustrated as she does, she promises. "this isn't from this library. i don't think. or it was never checked out. are you sure this is from here? i'm here almost every day. i've never seen you here."

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@corpserites, CASEY said: how does a waffle sound? with bacon?

THE WHOLE HISTORICALLY MALNUTRITIONED IN A LAB THING has her thinking that her stomach won't agree to either of those things (something about a waffle being too sweet even if it is lacking in syrup, and bacon being too greasy by it's inherent nature when found in a diner). then there's her whole (justified, mind you) paranoia about strangers - especially accepting food from them, or, really, accepting anything that could be considered an act of kindness.

despite it all, the part of tzipporah that feels as though casey is someone she's always known (and perhaps exists to her as a SAFE PLACE) wins out over her paranoia and hesitation towards potential stomach issues. she ducks her head - almost uncharacteristically shy instead of standoffish, and if she's hiding an equally shy smile - well, that's nobody's business. "maybe without syrup. i don't like super sweet things. but i've always never had, um , either. so. if it's not good, can i hold that against you?"

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@nnonachopsis, RILEY said: nobody gets away with anything. not really.

her eyes flicker from the movement of riley's hands up to their face, brows pinching together. she could big sister this, she thinks. tell them that they're absolutely right, and people get what they deserve in the end. they both know she would be talking about the workers in the labs, of course. she thinks they both know that she would be lying, if she said that.

"we got away with escaping." it's a softer lie. a lie nevertheless. they're all still there, in some way. tzipporah and riley are still what the labs called them - the terror twins, in some way. but they can ignore that. "orpheus gets away with a lot of shit, too. we should do something about that."