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send me a concerned sentence from this list!

“Of course I know that, Warren,” Isabella replied, smiling brightly. This was the first time she had seen him since the art gallery, but she had behaved impeccably, and not given away any signs of distress or sadness. Because she wasn’t distressed, or sad. She felt absolutely fine with what had happened. But Warren seemed to be referring to something else.

[Text: Jules] (unsent): I need to tell you something.[Text: Jules] (unsent): Jules I’m a monster. Or. He’s a monster but he’s in my head.[Text: Jules] (unsent): What if He hurt her?[Text: Jules] (unsent): Julian you can’t let Him hurt her. I’d rather die than let that happen.[Text: Jules] (unsent): I don’t know who else could do this for me. I can’t trust anyone else with this but you’d hate me if you knew.

[Text: Jules]: You still haven’t come to see my ridiculously extravagant new office, I’m disappointed.

Megan snuggled down further on the couch, sinking into the blankets and stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Ever since she announced her pregnancy Megan found herself bombarded with gifts and company in all directions, and despite good intentions behind it all, it had become overwhelming.

So spending some time alone, lazing on her couch in one of her last nights in the old apartment before she made the move in with Warren. She saw it as a farewell party to the apartment she never particularly enjoyed living in the first place, but had because she could afford nothing else so close to her college. Even though it was damp and small, Megan was glad she lived there: she’d met Jason through the near by laundromat, which she would have never needed to go to had her apartment had a washer or been further away. And from meeting Jason she now had a wonderful, tiny little life and a big reason to get up in the morning.

“Don’t shoot the horse!” Megan shrieked at the screen, through a mouth full of ice cream, even though she’d seen War Horse many times before. It emotionally ruined her every single time, but like a sadist she rewatched and rewatched.

Howie’s skills in the art of theft after some time has finally improved. Getting caught was getting less and less frequently, and it was easier now he didn’t have any heroes to worry about. But he normally ones does it for practice now, living with Isabella and the others means he didn’t need to steal to live anymore. But there were still some reasons he stole here and there. He’d finally stolen a very expensive set of cuff links. A monument to success, but they weren’t trophies, they were for a certain person who’d been trying very hard for him. Something Howie deeply appreciates but doesn’t know how to give back too. 

Slipping into Warren’s room, he tip toes over to his jacket pocket, sliding the links into the pocket he almost slips out unseen, until the light flickers on, his hand still in Warren’s Jacket pocket. Turning he throws his hands up. “WAIT! I can explain!!! it’s not what it looks like!!”

AS: can you get me chicken nuggets?

(an hour later)

[ text: other me ] thanks, that great to hear. if i had to sleep with the harness on another night was just going to build a damn nest.

“Wing bearer to wing bearer, how oh how do you reach between the wings when they itch? I have to find a stick or something, or just-” Megan did an awkward dance, trying to stretch her arms around to claw at the patch of back between her elegant wings. When she inevitably failed the pixie mutant huffed and smoothed out her jacket.

She looked up at him. “Please tell me you have some advice and you’re not a get-a-stick guy too- I also ask because it’s about to become a lot harder for me to reach, my flexibility is going to be non-existent”