06-30-2018, 10:04 PM
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The ocelot looked at him, confused, as her auxiliary pair reading his bitter tone with a trace of puzzled anger. Rosemary knew that her dad sucked at being a dad, but she didn't understand why Pincher seemed bitter about it - after all, he got the most attention out of all their assorted siblings. Hell, her brother lived with their father without even dealing with tardy visits. About to probe further about this, the specked wildcat suddenly froze at the child's scientific question about tears. Pincher's answer sounded fully unsatisfactory, so she felt compelled to address the confusion and correct it.
Turning to Cronas - as she'd been around the kid long enough to guess that he spoke in third person, which seemed odd even to her - she took a quick inhale as she considered the best way to explain this. "Well, tears only taste like the ocean because the ocean and all water in our bodies contain sodium, which is a very specific type of chemical. The ocean, compared to our eyes, contains countless more different types of chemicals and microscopic particles compared to our tears. Indeed, the ocean is teaming with germs and life forms, whereas our eyes are almost completely devoid of life - with the exception of our own cells and any parasites that happen to sneak in, of course," she explained in a great gush of a breath, perhaps a bit too excited about teaching this strange weird tidbit of knowledge.
She held so much knowledge in her head, but she hardly ever got to use it - much less show it off. Fortunately for Pincher, she momentarily forgot all about her plan for probing him for more information about their father's death. Ears flicking, as she still had other questions to ask him, she chirped, "Do you sleep with more women then men or do you sleep with more men than women?" Quite a strange question - but Rosemary, in all honesty, never really had male relatives to interact with besides her dad. And she did grow up in a weird, strange cult-like environment, so her understanding of 'normal' seemed warped beyond all recognition.
Turning to Cronas - as she'd been around the kid long enough to guess that he spoke in third person, which seemed odd even to her - she took a quick inhale as she considered the best way to explain this. "Well, tears only taste like the ocean because the ocean and all water in our bodies contain sodium, which is a very specific type of chemical. The ocean, compared to our eyes, contains countless more different types of chemicals and microscopic particles compared to our tears. Indeed, the ocean is teaming with germs and life forms, whereas our eyes are almost completely devoid of life - with the exception of our own cells and any parasites that happen to sneak in, of course," she explained in a great gush of a breath, perhaps a bit too excited about teaching this strange weird tidbit of knowledge.
She held so much knowledge in her head, but she hardly ever got to use it - much less show it off. Fortunately for Pincher, she momentarily forgot all about her plan for probing him for more information about their father's death. Ears flicking, as she still had other questions to ask him, she chirped, "Do you sleep with more women then men or do you sleep with more men than women?" Quite a strange question - but Rosemary, in all honesty, never really had male relatives to interact with besides her dad. And she did grow up in a weird, strange cult-like environment, so her understanding of 'normal' seemed warped beyond all recognition.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?