as sleek as the words you speak...

Walking along the many shops, Tiffany gaze fell upon the different dresses displayed at one particular boutique. Her head shook lightly as dark hues skimmed over the dark red dress on the mannequin, the lace details, the way it fit around the waist; it caused Tiffany’s dark lips to curl into a light smile. “Now this is the type of dress a woman that killed her own husband, to inherit all his money, would wear.” Her arms crossed in front it her chest before she cocked her head to the side. “I want it.”

olivia had continued her self-appointed job: observe the town as it was, observe the townspeople as they were. it was a sociological experiment, she supposed, and it’d be helpful to the chain in the long run. there was a strip, one she’d yet to survey, with a few shops that the townspeople would likely consider ‘many shops.’ as she walked through the strip, she overheard a woman talking to herself. what an opportunity! looking at the dress, she replied, “ it should be lighter. dark implies guilt, light implies purity. ”

“ gotta nice… sturdy handshake… “ drew trailed off awkwardly, stuffing her hands in her bedazzled coverall pockets and into her pocket crocs. “ negatory, do i really look like someone who’s bio-mother wasn’t addicted to some kind of substance ??? “ drew laughed ( a bit self-deprecating tbh but you won’t catch me saying that ) and shrugged. “ she’s actually pretty famous around town, she’s the lady who lives in the twisty slide in the local children’s park. “

while there was a possibility that olivia, quite literally, had no heart, it was anatomically there; it was simply covered in soot and ten sizes too small ( the doctors agreed ). rumor has it that the only way to dust off the soot for a second it to compliment something involving her poise. “ thank you, ” ( how foreign! ) “ a firm handshake is, indeed, one of the best ways to impress. ” some may also say that olivia has absolutely no sense of humor. they, too, were right in a way ( the doctors agreed ); you see, she had the psychological ability, but it was also covered in soot. a lot was covered in soot. save her. however, after you compliment olivia’s handshake... boy howdy! “ ah yes, i do believe i’ve heard of her. she’s been deemed the ‘grumpy old troll,’ yes? ”

“oh my goodness, i guess i just never really sat down and thought about that? it makes so much sense though. so the concept of time kind of is just created by people, more or less?” areum was quiet for a moment as she thought of the explanation the woman gave her. “this may sound silly, but did you hear that somewhere or did you kind of just figure it out yourself?” she wondered with a smile.

“ indeed. there’s no one who could’ve started it, sans us humans. any deity hadn’t the power to make us decide, the sun never told us that, when it sets, we must lay down. time, age – they’re both made by humans, as are most things we consider ‘natural,’ ” she replied. the concept had always intrigued olivia – then again, anything involving humans creating what people mistake as ‘natural’ always had. that was what she grew up believing. “ i was raised in a scientific turned corporate environment. you choose. ”

 “ off ??? pure blasphemy. my lean happens to be quite on, thank you very much. the more steep, the more peep. “ what the hell is she even talking about ??? the blonde pushed herself off of the wall ( ninety-five percent gracefully, might i add ) and stepped forward with quite the swagger. “ drew but sometimes people call me danny, “ she held out her hand with a cheeky grin, “ i like your hair it reminds me of my non-alcoholic mother. she was from japan so that’s about the only similarity but it’s a welcome one.” 

“ ‘blasphemy,’ ” olivia repeated, unsure of what to focus on. every single thing that came out of her counterpart’s mouth was, to quote the woman, pure blasphemy. “ olivia, ” she replied, keeping her statement as short as possible... so the other couldn’t go off on another tangent. she grasped onto the other woman’s hand and shook it, then withdrew. what the hell was she dealing with? “ shall i assume the ‘non-alcoholic’ mother was not your biological mother? ” olivia as a japanese woman... amazing.

“ – come here often ?? “ complete with an awkward wink and a lean against the wall. oh my god, the distance from the blonde to the wall was extremely overestimated. well… she started, now she can’t just stop now. she’s already comitted to the lean. the self proclaimed free stylist is now leaning at a completely fifty degree angle, attempting ( and probably failing ) to look suave. this is so, so sad and so, so awkward for both parties.

from the moment her counterpart began speaking, olivia could tell the conversation the other was attempting was setting her up for failure. who used the line ‘come here often?’ any longer? it was simply worsened by the woman’s 50º lean. it was all olivia could do to not immediately leave, but she had a reputation she needed to build around the town. “ you realize that the degree of your lean is quite off, yes? ”

“did you ever have that one sport you were super obsessed with, when you were younger? mine was baseball… oh, i remember when i thought i’d be smashing balls for a living!”

“ i was never one to partake in sport. it always seemed to be a waste of limited time in my mind, and it continues to be. ”

“ not exactly. you see, there is an explanation behind the sensation of time moving slower when you’re young and faster as you mature. when you’re two, your life has been much shorter. the fraction that reaches towards your lifespan is likely large. when you’re twenty-four, it begins closing in. when you’re sixty-eight, a year is essentially a day. if you’re lucky enough to make it to past the average lifetime, your year is an hour. it’s in the fractions. there is a large margin between two and seventy; the margin decreases as you grow older. ”

*:･ﾟ✧ the boy was gazing at the sky as though he was waiting for something to descend. there were clouds in the sky, but not storm or rain clouds. he grinned when he spotted the small toy helicopter. “ finally, it flies. ” he’d been working on this for way too long, and he was tired of the constant failures. amir placed the small remote down, and picked up the toy.  “ still need some tweaks…hm.. ” he turned his head from the small gadget,  “ did you see it flying? i was just wondering because i’ve been working on this for a while and i wanted to hear someone else’s opinion. do you think it’s good? ”

olivia had been watching the man’s behavior as he began an attempt to make the toy fly. engineering. she’d never been too fond of that side of the scientific spectrum, rather indulging herself in the studies of human modification and vivisection through the journals her father had written. there seemed to be, however, one thing he could never figure out: how to perfectly utilize chimeras. strange science, strange biology, but science, nonetheless. approaching the man as he questioned her about his helicopter, she replied, “ indeed. it appears you’ve put plenty of effort into this; unfortunately, effort cannot take the place of success, it simply assuages those who’ve reached an undesirable outcome. do you believe you’ve succeeded? ”