i prefer the dead

[ sms // sofia ]: of course it is. [ sms // sofia ]: most pants aren’t, in fact.

[ text ]: I want Lucky Charms. / @nvcromvncer 

[ text >> ✉ >> sofia !  ☠️ ] —— !!! I WANT TOASTER STRUDELS [ text >> ✉ >> sofia !  ☠️ ] —— lets have a breakfast day!!! ill get the cereal !!! [ text >> ✉ >> sofia !  ☠️ ] —— we can stay in all day! 

scott looked up from the paperwork strewn across his desk at the knock on his door. his office was famously the cosiest, welcome to staff and student alike to just come hang out or take a load off to vent. even when kids came to their favourite dorm advisor ( their only dorm advisor ) for serious business, it was still a comfortable and relaxed environment. “come on in!” he called out, capping his pen and smiling at his visitor. “how can i help?”

Barry’s gaze was focused on a particular canine, a scraggly looking mutt that had caught his eye, when he heard a voice. The question earned a smile but he looked at the speaker with hesitance clearly written on his face. “Yeah! I mean, I’d like to. Yes. But I can’t just… take one home today. My wife would kill me. I thought I might look around though. You work here? What can you tell me about this one over here?” Walking closer, he gestured to the mutt he’d been observing, curious to learn more about it.

                       ❝  agreed  .  quite frankly  ,  i am impressed with your apt at suggesting appropriate course material  .  ❞  indeed  ,  sofia is arguably one of the best assistants with whom the immortal has had the privilege of working to date  .  ❝  you appear to possess reservations concerning my suggestion,  ❞  the immortal noted  .  it was not out of the norm for an eternal being such as herself to notice the most subtle changes in one’s demeanour  .  especially not for those with whom cleopatra allocates much of her time  .  ❝  i believe it could be an interesting change from their otherwise routine curriculum  ,  and would be interested in noting how this spontaneity impacts academic performance  .  it is purely scientific  .  ❞

          animals of any kind tended to catch lyra’s attention. having grown up considering rocket her uncle gave her a different sort of perspective of keeping animals as pets. to her animals were more like family than a simple pet. still there were times when she got lonely but didn’t want to admit it to someone that would talk back to her and judge her. animals from earth seemed to be the best choice for that. when she was addressed by the person holding the puppy, lyra grinned sheepishly. ❝ that was the plan, but i’m just looking at the moment. gotta figure out what’ll work for my living situation. ❞

In Russia, they cared for a small stray cat. They left water and leftovers outside for it every day, and then they eventually named it Marya. Shortly before their father got sick, they convinced him to let the cat live with them. After they were sent to the orphanage, they never saw Marya again. They tried not to think about the fate or Marya much after that. They raised an eyebrow at Lyra’s words. “Is that not the type of thing you should have done before you came to adopt a pet? You are allowed to look, but I suggest not getting attached until you are certain about living arrangements.”

   ‘ oh no i’m – ‘ she pauses, hand hovering over a nearby animal. she was admiring it, but not confident enough to approach it any closer. her entire demeanour was hesitant, she never had a pet, sure her friends were sometimes like reigning animals, but none of them were really as cute ( save a few. ) ‘ i’m not good with animals, i don’t think i even can adopt one. ‘