her enthusiasm tended to D I V E R G E and change given the level of interest she had with a person; the books that were easier to read tended to be left for the person who preferred something DULL and bland. something so purposeless and empty that it may as well be shoved into the same category of white picket fences and a lifetime limited — boring to put it simply. the people harder to read: the books she’d need to read once or twice before fully grasping what their inner workings looked like, those were the ones she liked. it made her chuckle almost, fractionally losing herself in a dull conversation or two before her gaze found something...NEW ( unique in ways humans could barely touch ). “ you have a different...SMELL; not human but also not like me, ” a statement, a brief moment to sus out the other before she shrugged.
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