The House
I should be asleep.I'm not.
I should be reading or trying to write if I'm not asleep.
I'm not.
Ah well.
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"Welcome to my life. It's pretty awesome here. Would you like some frozen yogurt?"Holds up a bowl of some.
"We have every flavor. Including Seven's pussy flavor, which has a creamy center."
Nods lots.
"No one's ever tried it. Do you think it's the marketing strategy?"
Smirks playfully.
Fun is one of many adjectives I would apply to this feeling yes. *grinning, blue/green eyes shining* How are you tonight? Other than maniacal?
Smiling that’s a shame Ms
"Fun feelin, ain't it?"Giggles maniacally.
*face flushing from that smile, the likes of which trigger just about every emotion that could roil in my tummy at once*
"Ohhh! When did we even start at situation? I thought we were talking about a condition the whole time."Evil smile.
waving to you
My night alarm just went off.
Time to hit the bed.
Ah, so more a "condition" than a "situation" is it?*taking notes*
"If I could blow something up right now, I would."Nods lots.
"It's a damn shame I got no explosives right now."
Smirks wildly.
"Always."Nods and smiles rather insanely.
Smiles."Hello, voda."
Comes over and hugs you warmly.
*Sends over a warm smile and eager wave* Hello again voda!
*laughs, but quite sanely* Uh-oh....do we have a Harley Quinn situation here?
Hello Eeveryone
Giggles insanely.
*Smiles warmly your way* Thankee.
*chuckles* If my responses don't carry double meanings, then i'm not operating at full capacity.
Inside
The title alone almost played like music in her head, like it was just prepped to hear the exact stereotypical arena country that you were describing."I'll… have to look it up. No, I'm like terminally online so I've been on an Indonesian Gamelan kick recently. Crazy how they use a completely different tuning scale compared to western chromatic, and my western-adapted brain thinks it's hearing dissonance…"
Between plunges of her fork and the occasional look up to you, Qalli did her absolute best to follow the mental map you were illustrating for her.
Okay, so there was this person named Dax, who was from your past, who lives with you now but is aloof or something, but you don't know if she has another partner, but then there's Holly, who she vaguely has heard of, who's doing a movie, no a play, a stageplay, with some guy named Leo, and you're not a fan of Leo because of reasons, but you're here now with her, and this is…
…not anything to do with whatever your emotions are with regards to Leo?
Or maybe she was misunderstanding the significance of the verbal Sumo match happening over the course of that sentence.
A remark about a play dividing people into different types of human, that one lost her entirely, fork up and dipped behind lips, eyes open like you posed her a crucial question.
She stopped to wash down her bite, the raise and lowering of the glass accompanying the rattling shift of seashell and glass beads, playing off of the glass in colorful, wobbling tones that swayed with the remaining water inside.
"I sorta do it when I have the energy to do so. I know keeping a consistent schedule is important to growth but uuuuugh… I just can't manage it. Discipline was never my strong suit. I mean I used to travel before lockdown, and then I wanted to get back into it but everyplace is so expensive to go to. So I do a lotta little handcrafts, partake, keep it lowkey nowadays…" Qalli chased a cherry tomato around her bowl until she finally cornered and euthanized it. A tiny squish of displaced fluid.
"…you?"