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sixwordstories2014-08-18 12:48 pm
saidhisname) wrote in sixwordstories2014-08-18 12:48 pm
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I don't claim to be normal.
Nothing wrong with that, the world doesn't need more normalcy.
I suppose you're right.
Or at least my step-mother's fashion sense.
Or at least my step-mother's fashion sense.
Coming from a talking raccoon.
[ Oh dear, is she dreaming? This is odd... but not exactly in a bad way. ]
[ Oh dear, is she dreaming? This is odd... but not exactly in a bad way. ]
Fashion is overrated. Who cares what you put on, just as long as you're not naked.
Edited 2014-08-18 23:33 (UTC)
[ Rocket still misses the point, and nobody bothered to explain to him what one of those was. ]
What's a raccoon? You mind filling me in, cause people seem to like callin' me that.
What's a raccoon? You mind filling me in, cause people seem to like callin' me that.
You wouldn't be saying that if you saw what she does.
You don't even know what you are?
[ Lydia gives him a confused stare. ]
It's, uh. It's a type of nocturnal mammal.
[ Lydia gives him a confused stare. ]
It's, uh. It's a type of nocturnal mammal.
LOL! so much Lydia love...! :D <3333 you win the internets for serious! xD <3
discipuluschaos
2014-08-19 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Indeed, though I suppose you've already gotten this from the talking -- erm-- nocturnal mammal:normalcy is rather overrated... Though-- if I may be so bold as to interpret your manner of dress, well... spending your life in mourning is no way to live, really...! [Says the utter hypocrite, who basically stopped living -- or at the very least, enjoying life-- when his sister died at his hands...! :(]
Course I do. I'm a genetically modified mammal why, thank you.
[ Of course, there's no raccoons in space, so he's clueless. ]
I still ain't sure what the hell a raccoon is, but let's just say I'll take your word for it.
[ Of course, there's no raccoons in space, so he's clueless. ]
I still ain't sure what the hell a raccoon is, but let's just say I'll take your word for it.
Yo, babes! If you were normal, we probably wouldn't have met and that would be a damn shame. To hell with anyone who thinks you should be different.
Just checkin'.
[Don't worry, he doesn't look interested.]
... Guess that came out wrong.
[Don't worry, he doesn't look interested.]
... Guess that came out wrong.
You got more than any of your cousins do, that's for sure.
[ She's just staring because wow, a talking raccoon! Don't mind her taking out her camera and taking a couple quick pictures. ]
[ She's just staring because wow, a talking raccoon! Don't mind her taking out her camera and taking a couple quick pictures. ]
Excuse me...?
[ Lydia looks down at her clothing - yes, dark, but.. ]
What made you think I was mourning over something?
[ Well, besides being alive, of course. Dead seems so much better... ]
[ Lydia looks down at her clothing - yes, dark, but.. ]
What made you think I was mourning over something?
[ Well, besides being alive, of course. Dead seems so much better... ]
Edited 2014-08-19 15:41 (UTC)
[ That voice. Lydia freezes almost instantly, her eyes growing wide with fright and nervousness. No, not him... ]
I would have been fine with us not meeting after what you tried.
[ Is that an icy tone of voice? Why, yes, it is. ]
I would have been fine with us not meeting after what you tried.
[ Is that an icy tone of voice? Why, yes, it is. ]
Sorry.
It's been a while since I talked to a girl who wasn't trying to kill me.
It's been a while since I talked to a girl who wasn't trying to kill me.
indeed! xD <3 i'm Chris Hardwick, and i approve this internet-dedication! xD (ok, so not really!)
discipuluschaos
2014-08-19 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, y'know... call it personal experience...
[because Matthew of course, has experienced loss, and wore the black of mourning for as long as he humanly could without looking like a bloody freak for mourning his sister so damned hard, for so damned long...!]
[because Matthew of course, has experienced loss, and wore the black of mourning for as long as he humanly could without looking like a bloody freak for mourning his sister so damned hard, for so damned long...!]
[Betelguese quirked an eyebrow, looking around, as if wondering who she was talking to.]
Whut? Me? Whut did I do??
[His confusion melts into an angry smirk. He liked the girl, but really?]
Seems to me I'm not the one who played dirty. We had a deal and I kept my end. I saved your friends and, for my trouble, got eaten by a sand worm. Those things got sharp teeth, babes.
Whut? Me? Whut did I do??
[His confusion melts into an angry smirk. He liked the girl, but really?]
Seems to me I'm not the one who played dirty. We had a deal and I kept my end. I saved your friends and, for my trouble, got eaten by a sand worm. Those things got sharp teeth, babes.
[ Okay, she feels bad about the sandworm bit even though that wasn't exactly her fault. ]
I didn't even know those exist.
[ Her arms cross over her chest and she glances away. ]
I didn't know you were actually serious... [ She wasn't thinking clearly! Otho was going to kill Barbara and Adam. ] I'm only a kid.
I didn't even know those exist.
[ Her arms cross over her chest and she glances away. ]
I didn't know you were actually serious... [ She wasn't thinking clearly! Otho was going to kill Barbara and Adam. ] I'm only a kid.
Thing is, though, I was serious and you said yes. Sure, okay, you're young! I mean, lots of girls your age were married with babies, when I was alive, but times change, right? [He held his hands out from his sides.]
Fair enough, babes. You're a kid, yeah, right, and you didn't know better. I'm not holding a grudge!
I just don't see how this makes things myfault.
Fair enough, babes. You're a kid, yeah, right, and you didn't know better. I'm not holding a grudge!
I just don't see how this makes things myfault.
[ Lydia shrugs her shoulders. ]
Maybe something like moral standards.
We barely even know each other. [ Not that she actually wanted to, right? She didn't know anymore. At least he was keeping to himself. ]
Maybe something like moral standards.
We barely even know each other. [ Not that she actually wanted to, right? She didn't know anymore. At least he was keeping to himself. ]
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