... Oh no...
-She backs right off, clinging at herself-
No no no...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Is she alright?
-Sharp repeats its gentle gesture, inflicting comfort on its foe, Andy-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Scylly starts to approach with a toothy smile-
An' oi bet that you think yoo's is something special.
Tha' every little thing in the world is yer oyster.
Yer way or the 'ighway, ya know wha' i'm sayin'?
But tha sheer truth is, slut , is tha' ultimately, you an' everything else around you means jack fuckin' shit!
A special little snowflake meltin' in the snow. Jus' one spec on a whole field of snow, waitin' for the plowah.
-nods to Mildred- Zhen ve have a deal! Oh- and if you try some sorta coup or go behind my back to use it yourself, zhen say goodbye to zhe privilege.
-to Alana- Frau? Oh- sadly, no... she vas kicked out of her team and MNC all-togezher vhen she busted a guitar over an investor's head on a 'date'.
After zhat, I took her in to my company, 9.Corp as a PR Icon- doing marketing, music, and also helping out and giving opinions on some of my projects.
Zhat vas a few months ago- I guess I slipped on mentioning zhat.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Now Gracia is sliding against the wall, down to sit, hunching over and sobbing-
Stop!
I never understand what the fuck is going on.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-to Mildred- It makes no difference, and honestly probably von't even fit in zhe reader.
I can get all zhe data I need from a single skin cell or anyzhing.
Absolutely everyzhing. If ve can clone Leonardo Da Vinci thousands of years in zhe future, I think ve can do vith anyzhing zhat's fresh.
-to Alana- Ya- she vas going strong. Strong enough for MNC to start trying to move her up in zhe leagues- to zhe Gold-diggers and High-rollers.
Zhat vas vhy she vas on a date vith zhe investor in zhe first place.
-Scylly stands over Gracia, her toothy grin still baring-
Do ya really think tha' everythin' bad goes away when ya ask it to?~
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia looks up at Scylly, with red puffy eyes-
I'm sorry...!
... Ay?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...Y'know, I bet Ponce de Leon is happy. He found the fountain of youth, and it just happens to be called the Throne of Heroes.