10-28-2020, 09:54 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary, unsurprised all the commotion attracted others, looked to her family as the four dropped in. One by one, she nodded to them, and scritched Eri’s head. The saltwater croc scrunched his eyes in contentment, and Rosemary felt the adrenaline drain out of her paws into the sand.
“Good morning, Torsten,” she greeted her turtle-obsessed nephew. The right corner of her maw twitched up—he’d really amused her, to cut through her muted expression—at his ‘classification’ of Eri. “You may; Eri likes the ridge of his spine or between his yes, like this. But if you see anything that looks like him out on your own, you shouldn’t pet them. Saltwater crocodiles aren’t usually as sweet as Eri.”
When Goldie came over, she nodded to the winged tigress, her smaller eyes flicking to the fruits. “Ah, just some bettas poking Eri with a stick. I don’t think he minded much, but I minded. So I scared them a tad.” For Rosemary’s standards, that was quite a simple scare. She didn’t even telekinetically jab them with their own stick in revenge!
After tilting her head, she nodded over to Rosanne and Roan. “Oh, I try not to make a habit of scaring the bettas… but sometimes I indulge myself. I’m sure, once they’ve worked themself up with brave talk about surviving their encounter with a real witch, they’ll be back.”
Her tail swished as she added, “Ah, Roxie, your son seems like he’ll become a reptile handler like yourself one of these days. Though, in his case, maybe he’ll have a giant sea turtle companion?”
She watched Roan’s little hatchling escape, joining the statue like Eri. Rosemary’s ear twitched in annoyance over the thing’s dreadful beeping; she had no idea how Roan could stand it. Thankfully, Eri was the quietest pet in the world, and she rarely dealt with strange noises. “Does Galaga ever… stop? If I lived with that, I think I’d end up as insane as the tales the bettas spin.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]“Good morning, Torsten,” she greeted her turtle-obsessed nephew. The right corner of her maw twitched up—he’d really amused her, to cut through her muted expression—at his ‘classification’ of Eri. “You may; Eri likes the ridge of his spine or between his yes, like this. But if you see anything that looks like him out on your own, you shouldn’t pet them. Saltwater crocodiles aren’t usually as sweet as Eri.”
When Goldie came over, she nodded to the winged tigress, her smaller eyes flicking to the fruits. “Ah, just some bettas poking Eri with a stick. I don’t think he minded much, but I minded. So I scared them a tad.” For Rosemary’s standards, that was quite a simple scare. She didn’t even telekinetically jab them with their own stick in revenge!
After tilting her head, she nodded over to Rosanne and Roan. “Oh, I try not to make a habit of scaring the bettas… but sometimes I indulge myself. I’m sure, once they’ve worked themself up with brave talk about surviving their encounter with a real witch, they’ll be back.”
Her tail swished as she added, “Ah, Roxie, your son seems like he’ll become a reptile handler like yourself one of these days. Though, in his case, maybe he’ll have a giant sea turtle companion?”
She watched Roan’s little hatchling escape, joining the statue like Eri. Rosemary’s ear twitched in annoyance over the thing’s dreadful beeping; she had no idea how Roan could stand it. Thankfully, Eri was the quietest pet in the world, and she rarely dealt with strange noises. “Does Galaga ever… stop? If I lived with that, I think I’d end up as insane as the tales the bettas spin.”
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?