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@shesnotmyship ( starter call )
“Hi.” Reg hovered in El’s doorway, rocking on his feet. He felt silly coming here at this time of night, but what else was he meant to do? “Um... I can’t seem to find my cat. I thought he might have sneaked over to see Pearl. Since she, uh, gave him so many treats before... so sorry to bother you...”
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“I’m in the kitchen!” Afsaneh called as she heard the door to her quarters open. She had recently gotten real tea from her cousin and wanted to share some with Elmira. However, Afsaneh had decided to use her nice tea set as opposed to the standard issue thermos she usually carried. Which meant that she was now rinsing off the dust that had accumulated on the tea set since the last time she had used it.
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“-- if I were you, I’d take five BIG steps backward. This thing isn't stable, and it might explode... I’d rather it just maim me than maim us both.”
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“Miss Morton! Wow, hi, it’s unusual I see parents outside of school.” Ravi had come to a stop beside the woman’s table as he’d spotted and recognised her, his coffee suddenly forgotten. “How’s Pearl? Bet she’s kicking that cold’s butt, huh? We’ve really missed her in class. She’s a special kid, and I bet you think I say that about all my kids---well, okay, I DO, but they really are all great kids. Pearl’s really something though, really brightens up the classroom.”
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“Well, this is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.”
DJ honestly didn’t know what he’d been expecting. He’d taken some shady jobs before, he was a SMUGGLER, shady was practically in his job description. But he’d never been screwed over this spectacularly before, and that... that was really saying something. He’d been (un)lucky enough to bump into Elmira just as her quarry made off with his damn cargo. And so here they were.
“The hell are we supposed to do now?”
Pearl has drawn Willow on an adventure... an adventure involving a dragon and a party hat... El is at a loss for words. She's written "happy birthday!" on it. Pearl is going to find out Willow's favourite cake by offering her 15 different cake tasters while singing happy birthday!
willow’s birthday thing! | accepting! | @shesnotmyship
Willow’s not expecting anything -- never really is, honestly. Well, I mean. I guess you could say she’s expecting something. Just never really anything... y’know. Good.
After all, this is Willow sky we’re talking about. Things don’t seem to go so good in her life.
But Pearl and El, so far, seem to be two good things. Two good things that are becoming, for better or worse, pretty important to her. ( Important enough to think about blinking out into the stars and not coming back, that is. )
But... maybe... not yet.
Maybe not today.
Because she tumbles into Pearl and El, smiles all around, and a picture, and food, and she’s in awe, staring around her so slack-jawed she almost looks emotional for a second.
Just a second, though, before she breaks into a beam. “Holy s--” Looking at El. “S-- skies! Did you draw this? This is so stellar! I love this! You gotta teach me how to draw this... like... y’know, uh-- stellar-ly. How -- how did you know it was my birthday?” She doesn’t even know, of course. But it seems she’s moving too fast to really hear the answer. “What is the little food! Can I have some? Can I have all of it? Okay maybe I’ll share, like, a little, itsy bitsy bit--...”
“i know i messed up. let me fix it.” (Ellie 🌻)
An eight-year-old Malcolm crosses his arms, and frowns at her, “There’s no fixing it….she thinks I’m a dork because of you, and now she’ll never take me seriously,” he groans and falls on his bed dramatically.
Ouch
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Shoya typically doesn’t keep things for sentimental reasons. She prefers everything to have a practical use. The only exception is one of Indra’s feathers, which she has kept ever since his death. She can’t bear to part with it.
