[ on another day she might just assume this is usual network banter with nothing behind it — and part of her is still pretty sure that's the case. but with the bends in reality comes the fear of the future and everything the fuck else that means, and you know, she really COULD use a one-way ticket to the surface of the sun.
so here she is: 5'2", tiny, with a head of startlingly pale green hair tied up in messy buns, a splash of red covering her left eye, and the fatigue of ten thousand years in the baggage under her right.
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so here she is: 5'2", tiny, with a head of startlingly pale green hair tied up in messy buns, a splash of red covering her left eye, and the fatigue of ten thousand years in the baggage under her right.
she is. So Tired. ]
Should I have brought travel mugs?