02-07-2020, 02:38 AM
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Roxie told Rosemary about having a nephew, but the shut-in hadn’t actually seen her nephew. However, she made a damn good effort to show up for the kid’s monthly birthday party. With her emotional support crocodile for assistance, the ocelot wandered through the Typhoon’s territory. The tavern always housed the largest crowds, so she always avoided it, but now she walked with Eri at her heels.
The piebald crocodile didn’t give a shit if she needed to stop and pet his head for a few minutes. In fact, he enjoyed the attention, and Rosemary could breath a sigh of relief. Too many people. Always too many people, with their minds closed to her and her mind closed to them.
But she kept going, until she reached the tavern’s facade. Just another mutated feline creature with a crocodile. Strange, really, how getting outside and socializing with her proper family made her feel less odd.
“Happy Birthday, Roan,” she said, forked tail flicking, Her four eyes didn’t know what to do with themselves – mostly, they looked at Roxie, Roan, and the crocodiles, but they kept darting to the meandering people. She sighed out an exhale. And then breathed again.
She pawed a little package off Eri’s back, and pushed it towards the draconic kitten. Inside was a copy of Prince & Knight by Daniel Haack; she hoped the kid liked the adventure novel. She hadn’t been sure of his reading level, so hopefully that wasn’t too low level for him.
The piebald crocodile didn’t give a shit if she needed to stop and pet his head for a few minutes. In fact, he enjoyed the attention, and Rosemary could breath a sigh of relief. Too many people. Always too many people, with their minds closed to her and her mind closed to them.
But she kept going, until she reached the tavern’s facade. Just another mutated feline creature with a crocodile. Strange, really, how getting outside and socializing with her proper family made her feel less odd.
“Happy Birthday, Roan,” she said, forked tail flicking, Her four eyes didn’t know what to do with themselves – mostly, they looked at Roxie, Roan, and the crocodiles, but they kept darting to the meandering people. She sighed out an exhale. And then breathed again.
She pawed a little package off Eri’s back, and pushed it towards the draconic kitten. Inside was a copy of Prince & Knight by Daniel Haack; she hoped the kid liked the adventure novel. She hadn’t been sure of his reading level, so hopefully that wasn’t too low level for him.
waded through the spirits like a flood on the floor
SHE PUSHED THE WATER INSIDE
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?