Harrowhark Has A Grip On My Soul

Gideon blinked. "What."

"Isaac showed me a video earlier today in class. I thought it an interesting thought exercise."

"Okay. Hold on. You're letting that squirt show you weird videos? That's a privelege I was not aware he was afforded," Gideon said, still attempting to get her brain online for this.

"It's just a question, Griddle," Harrow grumped, twisting away in a posture of annoyance.

"No, no, I've got an answer. Just catching up. Yes, I would still love you if you were a worm. I'd make sure all your little worm needs were provided for, that you had one grain of rice a day and a little blanket and worm-sized meds."

"I believe worms eat dirt."

"And I would give you a little kiss every morning and evening. Maybe an air kiss," Gideon continued, as if she hadn't heard her. "But would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Gideon."

"Um, I'm fucking sorry? It's ridiculous to expect an answer to this nonsense question?"

"No, it's ridiculous to think that I wouldn't love you if you were a worm. I study the skeleton, Gideon. Decomposition is at the heart of what I do. I might even love you more if you were a worm." All of this she delivered in a flat, disaffected tone, as if it would be obvious.

Now Gideon was really speechless. She contorted within their cuddle to be able to plant a fat kiss on Harrow's head.

"You're not much bigger than a worm, anyway," she mused. "Not hard to imagine." At this, Harrow grunted indignantly, an adorable sound that was not unlike a baby animal being trod underfoot. "You just said you'd love me more if I was a worm, you little shit."

"Well, if you were a worm I'd always be able to tell which one was you. Because of your worm hair."

"Worms don't have hair, babe."

"Yours would."

"I'd be a hot worm, I bet." Harrow groaned at this, and twisted to press her face into the couch, no doubt attempting to suffocate herself.

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