I'm an ant smart enough to know not to bite.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Milly sees someone, a very diminutive someone, running in her general direction-
-She slows down near Milly, a curious expression on her soft features, but a slight and inescapable tenseness in her posture-
Oh, erm, good evening...! Are you- uh...
-Deep breaths, she's a bit fatigued-
Alright? You seem a bit lost.
...she can...?
(Forces himself up, groaning and trying to stifle more sobs. Just looks like a sad, lost kid.)
I—... I d- I dunno what to— believe... so... uh... where... where is she...? -
(Tries to pull it together since Trudy is watching, but... hngrf...)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019"...In a meeting but she can pencil you in?"
"Look...I know I'm...hard to quantify, scary, intimidating, I've heard them all. I'm a colossal star-eating space monster. But at the end of the day, I'm here to make friends, and to raise my daughter. I avoid causing trouble not because I don't think I can handle it or I think it'll come back to bite me - I do that because I don't want it to hurt the people I care about."
-She looks out the window-
"There's a younger me running around out there, somewhere. Time travel thing, I think. I've seen her around, never said 'hi.' But I looked at her and I saw her smile at something...innocuous. I don't smile like that anymore and I think it's because she's me from before I got...hurt. I wouldn't want to cause that for anyone. Does...literally any of that make any sense or am I rambling like a crazy woman?"
Edited by Randomman5 on Aug 4th 2018 at 1:25:39 PM
... No. No, I get it. I'm a phantom of the night, sucker of blood, coffin-sleeper. I'm powered by literal fucking Satan. Everything I am is meant to be a force of evil, hedonism and terror. Well, two out of three ain't bad. The Big Guy, creator of the universe, First Part of the Trilogy, He's not a fan. I'm bound for the deepest ass crack of Hell for being what I am.
The fact that anyone can grasp that and still want to have anything to do with me is... nice.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(Slumps into the fetal position and just blubbers... This dude can't be more than 16.)
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