Jan 16, 2018
a young pidge is looking extremely happy with herself, clutching something in her hands. “matt! come here!” she calls, “it’s important, so hurry!”
matt comes rushing in. “what? what is it, pidge?”
she groans. “i hate it when you call me that,” but her annoyance is short lived. “look! i solved it!” she holds out her hands to reveal what must’ve at one point been a rubix cube. the stickers have been peeled off, so it is now solid black. she declares, proudly, “it’s goth now.”
matt cheers.
