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[killtime]

[ The camera angle is. Bad. This is a person who does not know how to use their communicator well. They probably can't even take a proper selfie. All that's showing is a pair of combat boots moving around in the grass — someone's backyard? — and in the distance, much farther out, a tree that (oddly enough) has a single board nailed to it for a reason only the gods know. It's not even nailed on straight.

The boots stop wandering. It's quiet for a moment.

Then there's a thwip, almost like the sound of a rubber band, and a thunk moments later, as an arrow hits the crooked board, dead center.

Unceremoniously then, a woman's voice: ]

Any of you know shit about teenagers?

[ Another thunk. A second arrow, its head practically kissing the first where it strikes. ]

What do normal fifteen-year-olds do these days?

[ Thunk. A third arrow. Three for three.

A mutter then, half to herself: ]

Fuck. Probably better get around to the whole "birds and bees" thing.

Comments

[killtime]

Sure there are. But it's not like I'm keeping tabs. And the one I do know by name is a fucking terror.

[onthe_threshold]

How so?

[killtime]

The kid's a mean brat. There's reasons, and that's fine. But objectively? A brat.

[onthe_threshold]

Oh, but not the literal antichrist or some shit.

[killtime]

Hell, he might be. I wouldn't fucking know. With the Porter, it's not impossible.

[onthe_threshold]

Good point.

Look, I don't have kids and never will so I'm probably talking out my ass, but you sound like you're doing a good job. He'll be fine even if he's weird.

[killtime]

[ A little pause. Like that catches her slightly off guard. ]

...Thanks.

[ Wryly then: ]

But you're definitely talking out your ass.

[onthe_threshold]

Definitely.

Good luck, lady.