#forestcoded

    it somehow didn’t feel    right that whenever he was left alone with pidge , fragile memories of matt flooded his mind , overthrowing what he thought of prior .    although they have each other to seek solace in when either of them felt dispirited or hopeless , the matter was obviously much more pressing to pidge -- which shiro partly blamed himself for .    he’d long overcome the fact that there was no possibility for him to prevent the past and yet , he still could’ve done something ...

        ❝ I mean, who knows, honestly? But it can’t HURT to soothe the meat. You never know who needs a little TLC. Anyways, everything tastes better if you give it some LOVE. I’m sure this meat isn’t an exception. ❞

                                     He’s  standing  behind  Pidge  for  for  quite  a  while  ;   arms  crossed  &   expression  flat  -------   the  perfect  image  of  a  stern  guard  .   Until    silent  curiosity    takes  him  as  nimble  fingers  reach  out  to  clutch  whatever  was  placed  next  to  them  .   Turning  it  over  in  his  hands  as  eyebrows  furrow  in    concentration    ;   as  if  he  could  figure  out  what  the  object  is  just  by    staring    at  it  really  hard  .

     ❛  your decryption is  SOLID ,  but your  translation  is  incorrect.  ❜    his voice cracks the silence in a way his footfall  DOES NOT .  he steps from the shadows as if they were  made  for him,  eyes sewing  TIGHTER  beneath the gilded ache of the castle’s  too bright  lights that settle in flat,  soggy watercolor over fur made for  moonlight. 

he doesn’t mean to  STARTLE  them.    

GOD H OBBIT

     Revy rarely picked up stray animals--Roanapur wasn’t exactly a good place for animals to live, after all. No pigeons or dogs or cats--maybe sometimes cats. Or raccoons. Rats were pretty bad. She sighed and exhaled a long trail of smoke. “Another weirdo. What’s it this time? Please don’t tell me you’re some sort of international hacker trying to make it big in Roanapur ‘cause you’re sick and tired o’ the life on the run--that Roanapur’s gonna accept you into it’s colony of gross fucking rats. What are you? Like, twelve?”