#vp dafne.

[scarestress]

@vitalphenomena

let's watch this new show, becky said. i heard it's really good, she said. everyone at the office keeps asking me if i've watched the pitt, becky said. now she's practically using dafne as a human shield against the tv.

"ew. oh. ew. eugh. yuck. is it still--? ough. god, just let me know when they're done."

[scarestress]

there's so much blood. - dafne

"it's fine." it definitely isn't fine. "head wounds just bleed a lot."

becky is clumsy. she has bad knees, bad hips, a bad back, bad balance. surgery helped when she was young but age has reclaimed what it could. she aches and creaks and pops and falls. sometimes she catches herself. sometimes she doesn't.

it felt a lot like somebody pushed her, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

"i'm fine," she says again, which still isn't true, but she's doing her best to be reassuring for dafne's sake. she digs her phone out of her pocket.

"call-- call the last number in my recents. tell him i need, um, stitches. maybe. he's used to it."

[scarestress]

i'm bracing myself for the worst. - dafne

"'s a good practice. but. maybe not. the best practice?"

she rubs her thumb along the seam in her coat sleeve. it's an expensive coat-- the kind that lasts forever, and actually keeps you warm and dry without being sweaty polyester-- and it was a gift from tommy.

dafne doesn't have a tommy.

(suppose very few people do.)

(the world might be better if more people had someone like tommy in their lives.)

(but, then again, that would mean there would be more people like tommy. which is. maybe. not a net positive.)

"what i do, is, um. brace for the worst. hope for the best. prepare for something in the middle." afraid of sounding trite, she continues quickly: "i don't, um, i don't believe, in. manifesting? is that what the etsy witches say? yeah, you know. that. but. i do believe. that if you're always waiting for the worst to happen. you'll only see the worst things happening. you. you have to. leave room for the possibility. that maybe things can. get better."

she wants to hold dafne's hand, but she doesn't know her well enough for that. she shrugs instead.

"you never know. maybe the best is out there, just waiting for you to come find it."

[psyclownsis]

why do they hate us? - dafne

"'cause they ain't us," is the canned and catty instant reply. is harley actually broadcasting the confidence required to pull that off after some clown paint wearing ex-goons egged the window while she got her hair cut? hard to say!

"you wanna go an' bust their heads? that always makes me feel better."