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@thespacebotanist
Hello, names Charlie, botanist of the Aurora.
Where I am from and how I got here is none of your concern.
No you cannot touch my tail, and do not mess with my plants, if they eat you, that's your fault.
And no, I cannot hear you. Shouting at me does not change that.
Hello! I'm Marylin! I would like to eat you!
Give that back you damn plant.
Ignore her.
More info on Charlie can be found under the cut.
Last updated June 7th 2026.
AUGGGGH MY BONEESSS-
the city was cold, it always was, nights were long and snow storms longer, the heat lamps kept the city warm year round, heated water under the paths kept them from freezing over.
it was hard to grow food, little sunlight meant they had to rely on lamps to make them grow, but they had managed, they always did. life would get kicked down but it would always get back up.
no one could remember how the winters started, stories just told them they got longer, colder, darker, until one day summer never came again.
that had to be hundreds of years ago, maybe thousands, life had adapted, but everyone knew if you weren't in one of the cities littering the frozen planet, you were as good as dead.
the walk to the greenhouses wasn't long, the lantern in their hand lit the way and warmed their skin. the streets were quiet, it was late after all, but the quiet was off, almost eerie.
a child screamed.
not a playful scream of kids playing, a blood curdling scream of sheer terror, pain.
he dropped his lantern, running towards the sound, pressing himself to the side of a house and peaking around the corner to see what was happening.
a little girl was lying on the floor, she couldn't have been older than seven, and she was bleeding profusely from an injury he couldn't see, staining the stones red as it spread.
a man was standing over her, they looked up and their blood ran cold.
they knew that man.
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
okayyyyy
cuddles?
I've got plants to feed, sorry.
okay, maybe next time?
Yeah!
okay :)
I’ll leave you to it!
mmhm, uh, thanks.
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
okayyyyy
cuddles?
I've got plants to feed, sorry.
okay, maybe next time?
Yeah!
okay :)
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
okayyyyy
cuddles?
I've got plants to feed, sorry.
okay, maybe next time?
Yeah!
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
okayyyyy
cuddles?
I've got plants to feed, sorry.
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
okayyyyy
ah to be squished between you and-
what- oh. ignore me :)
hmmm?
wow who was that.
want to tell me something, sweetie?
Nope!
are you sure?
Yep!
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
*She curls into a corner and stays there*
wher th' f'ck...
'Do you have a lighter?'
*She pulls out a lighter that looks suspiciously like the one Jonny lost a few months ago, it was designed to kinda look like a deck of cards but smaller*
'Thanks.'
*They wandered over, kneeling down to grab it from her.*
*They take the lighter and use it to light their cigarette, then give it back and stand up. man's fucking TALL.*
*Tim is in her own head, mildly oblivious*
*They walk off to feed the plants.*
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
*She curls into a corner and stays there*
wher th' f'ck...
'Do you have a lighter?'
*She pulls out a lighter that looks suspiciously like the one Jonny lost a few months ago, it was designed to kinda look like a deck of cards but smaller*
'Thanks.'
*They wandered over, kneeling down to grab it from her.*
*They take the lighter and use it to light their cigarette, then give it back and stand up. man's fucking TALL.*
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
*She curls into a corner and stays there*
wher th' f'ck...
'Do you have a lighter?'
*She pulls out a lighter that looks suspiciously like the one Jonny lost a few months ago, it was designed to kinda look like a deck of cards but smaller*
'Thanks.'
*They wandered over, kneeling down to grab it from her.*
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
*She curls into a corner and stays there*
wher th' f'ck...
'Do you have a lighter?'
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
*She curls into a corner and stays there*
wher th' f'ck...
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
damnit..
*They don't hear her, just fishing out another cigarette and placing it between their lips while they tried to find their lighter.*
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
mkay…
*They quickly kiss her then sit back up.*
hey charlie?
-🚬🧨
mmmmmm-
wanna fight?
f'ckin fne.
where you at?
gr'nhous
on my wayyyy
mmhm.
*Tim appears, he’s staring at Charlie intensely.*
*They look over, they seem pretty upset still.*
*Tim shuffles over, he’s being surprisingly quiet, it helped his ears were ringing so he couldn’t hear shit*
*eyyyy can't hear buddies. Charlie just watches him, waiting for him to make the first move.*
*Tim doesn’t hesitate to start attacking, mind blank, his tail flicking behind him aggressively, it wasn’t joyful attacking*
*It seemed to catch them off guard, and they can't really do much to fight back despite being taller, sure, they could use their tail, but did they want to? not really.*
*He wasn’t exactly in a correct state of mind to care, he was practically on top of Charlie*
fght bck..
*They don't listen, just staring up at her and grinning maniacally.*
fght bck.
*Tim didn’t stop punching, she kept hitting, not recognizing Charlie at all.*
*They reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking it as close they could, taking a chunk out of it then letting him go again.*
*She doesn’t react, she should be in pain, why isn’t she reacting?*
…hm
*They watch her intently, head tilting to the side.*
*He starts swinging again, eyes flashing danger signs*
*He doesn't even fight back, he just lay there, counting the blows.*
fght bck.
*Their ears were ringing too loud to hear him, they just stared up at her with an emotion that was hard to place.*
*Tim’s punching slowed, clearly getting tired, she was still pretty fucking cold*
*It was getting pretty hard to breathe, their nose was probably broken so that wasn't much surprise, they coughed and choked on their own blood.*
*She falls to the side, curling up. She couldn’t think clearly*
*They sat up, grabbing her arm.*
c'mn.
hm?
*She couldn’t hear them clearly, why had the ringing in her ears gotten so loud?*
*They punch her in the face, trying to get her to keep fighting.*
*She was disoriented, suddenly something snapped*
c'mn lve...
*She felt whatever artificial bullshit tears start falling from her eyes, something hurt, she felt disoriented worse than usual*
ah fck...
*well, that's definitely not what they wanted.*
*She mumbles apologies, curling up tight*
*They shuffle over, palming a knife and stabbing him at the base of his skull, severing their spinal cord, the cleanest death they could think of right now.*
*Dead Tim, RIP.*
*RIP TIM she'll be baaaack.*
*it takes about an hour or so*
*They wander off at some point and come back feeling a bit better. it's fiiine*
*She’s sitting up, still extremely disoriented but not in excruciating pain*
*They're sitting nearby, smoking.*
*She waves awkwardly, rubbing her left side, trying to regain hearing in her ear*
*They look over.*
'Morning.'
*They blink, looking a bit confused.*
'I can't hear.'
oh.. uh…
‘what’s up?’
*did she sign that correctly? WHO KNOWS! MIGHT’VE BEEN BSL FOR ALL WE KNOW!*
'Space.'
*She flips them off*
*They flip her off right back, continuing to smoke their cigarette.*
*She curls up, tail flicking annoyedly as she still couldn’t hear anything on her left side*
*They shuffle over, looking down at her.*
'That was hot.'
‘really?’
'Hot as fuck. Beat the shit out of me more often.'
‘if I feel the need to I will let you know.’
'Wanna kiss.'
‘sure, why not?’
*They grab her by the collar and pull her into a very rough kiss.*
*She kisses back a bit to eagerly*
*These bitches gay-*
Oh my gods with you two GET A ROOM!
*She winces slightly, her right ear picking up the slack for the left being unable to hear*
*Marylin is just carrying on that she does not want to see that, Charlie pays her no mind.*
*Tim covers her right ear, not wanting to make a big fuss about anything*
*They let her go, letting her breathe.*
*She curls close, catching her breath*
hehe.
*She doesn’t say anything, she’s flustered for sure*
'Come fight me more often.'
*She just nods, still dazed*
*They stretch, squashing their cigarette and flicking it away.*
*Tim curls back up into a ball, realization dawning on her about some bullshit her brain decided was true.*
'You good?'
*She nods, not wanting to get into any feelies*
*They lean over, giving her a shit eating grin.*
need something?
mmmmmm you.
noth'n.
