…
(The smile falters a bit, but remains.)
It's really hard to say, heh... I got stabbed once when I was—... a child, but he was all messed up on drugs anyway. I think... I think life was more or less good to me.
(just gonna gloss over the time Mother actually killed him, yea...)
You wished... To speak?
(Could very easily pass for a Pokémon, this thing... It— he is huge, white, covered in downy fur and emanating a soft glow and warmth.)
(The star reflects in his small eyes. The plasma plays on its surface, jetting out as the already immense celestial body continues to swell.)
(DOOP, behind the couch... fucking chickens are too fast...)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...
Sometimes, really clever nasty people find a way to hurt you so that you decide being hurt is good.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(damn gurl... this is why gunth doesn't think you're a dummy)
...Perhaps. But it would have to be someone else's call. I... can't discern those things on my own very well, I don't think. I never could. It's a bit complicated.
(where could she be... where could she have gone...??)
...Where I Am... All do. The form... Probably should not. But... Cannot be altered. Already coalesced.
(He smiles a bit and scratches at his chin with huge claws.)
...Glow ends soon. With it, existence. Or... Current existence. Consciousness, certainly.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...
Ice cream. And a movie.
Yes.
-She turns to the kitchen and opens up the freezer-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?…
(The grin re-broadens.)
You already know how fond I am of this plan, heh. Which is very.
(aHA there's—)
(...a moldy turnip rolling around. SHIT, where could that nasty little salmonella-hive have—)
(There's a clinking noise from beneath a nearby chair, and a little gasp... HM)
…
(frick... don't do her like this meng)
...It is alright. Have lived... A long time. Too many... Of your "years".
(Reaches a paw through the sill to pat Ake on the head.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She doesn't bother with a bowl, sticking two spoons in the tub and going to sit on the couch-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Impossible to say. Not used to... "Years". Could be many... Few... None.
(Despite this... He looks serene. The starlight illuminates his smile.)
(A butterknife JABS out from under the chair at Shavon's foot!)
(And with a tuck 'n roll, an absolutely wretched little Scot nyooms her way towards the stair, eyes full of fury and postured as though she were carrying a big Claymore instead.)
(Slips onto the couch next to her, with the all the glibness of a snake or fish and all the faithfulness of a family dog.)
What flavor we having. Heh.
1 more post... i'm die...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I think it's Choco Late.
-Pronounces it exactly like it's spelled-
-She fishes at the dvd cabinet beside the couch, fishing out Hot Fuzz-
This is it, right?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You are Choco Right, heh! Pop it in.
(excitey...! hoping the scary blood doesn't freak gracia out too much... but those fuckin silly coppers...!)
(AND SO THEY WATCHED HOT FUZZ...)
Aye, see'fahcaire, lass! Yeshiuldathaighttweeceafooreyewentan'crossedahenfrimGlasgae, yedaftgit!
(THRUSTS the butterknife at her from the bannister... then absconds into a room and locks the door tight and gets zero sleep from a combination of mortal terror and soreness from her plucked feathers.)
...Perhaps. We shall see.
(tried and true, Ray... An answer that works for both.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Did... were there bad people for you? Before me?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?