I don't have a choice.
You can't tell, but you're dying being around me. -Shuffles aside to show him — the grass where he was standing is now dead-
So I don't have much of a choice, apart from offing myself. And I'm too much of a coward, because there's a way, but... it wouldn't be pleasant. I don't want to go that way.
-Hal is watching her-
You know, painting your nails like that doesn't really make sense to me...
Did you get food?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No, no I mean it's not permanent. You should pry off the nails and tattoo the soft pink bits underneath, then let it grow back. Then it'll last forever.
Do you like cake?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Then I will make you cake!
-She starts setting up-
-She seems confident, and knows where things are-
-Repetition learning-
Hey, I got all this done in my face and you don't see me complaining. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get white pigment to show up on dark brown skin? They had to go over it twice, and almost three times before Dad convinced them I was fine how it was.
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What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(Abruptly gets up and runs inside.)
(Staggers back a couple minutes later with a heaping armful of large, unwieldy books, groaning as he sets them on the stump.)
This—... I know it's paltry and will seem inexistent after so long, but—... give yourself something to do, at the very least...
(Seems to be a lotta shit about philosophy, rhetoric and the oratory, with novels like War and Peace and Nineteen Eighty-Four mixed in.)
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make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Okay, humans have a few more pain receptors in the upper skin layers than turians, but still, if would be work it once the nails grew back.
-She consults the cook book a few times, takes actually pretty decent measurements, and before long she's stirring up the batter with a grin on her face-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Hmmm... yeah... yeah they're not that transparent...
Then into a cake tin, into the oven-
I like to—I like it when I add extra vanilla.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No, no, I insist, I've already read all of them...
(Looks down a bit, sighing.)
...I really wish I had more to give you... but I do hope you enjoy them... I'm very sorry, Cloud...
(Wrestles in his mind with the cognitive dissonance of not being able to comprehend something on this level, which manifests on tune outside as a blank, vaguely sad look.)
(fuck I'm stupid, BED)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Into the batter.
Would you like to make the icing?
Okay, fine, I relent, by all means continue to paint your nails.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...What for? Will you be gone long?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019