#hivebreed

FROM THE INBOX: ’ i suppose you think i’m dumb. ’ / @hivebreed​​​

“To be fair, I happen to think that about everyone.”

It was at the very least, an honest answer. Albedo had no incentive to lie, and well, why would he? He was smart, even for a Galvan, a genius even by his own peoples standards, and his people were geniuses by default. Even the idiots of the Galvan people, like Blukic and Driba were smarter then the average lifeform. Not that you could tell with the way they acted.

He kept his mouth closed, yet he let out a little giggle. He liked the lady’s reaction, it was funny seeing her like that. So why should he reveal what was in his mouth. He hadn’t chewed or swallowed, so the hamster that was residing in there was just relaxing peacefully. Maybe he could store the hamster in his head! He had a hamster wheel in there, he was pretty sure. If not, he could find one! There were all sorts of stuff available for taking, you only had to outrun those guards! GIR felt the hamster doing a little dance, and decided to copy it! He began shaking his hips, and moving his arms. He wouldn’t do these moves in the clubs he attended, these moves weren’t real dance moves, but it was fun! He loved to dance! He loved it even more when people danced with him. He would have asked Mimi’s friend if she wanted to join him in a dance, but he didn’t want to release the hamster that was in his mouth or ruin the surprise!

But this was boring. He didn’t like not talking! He wanted to talk, talk, talk. He began having a debate within himself. Should he open his mouth and take out the hamster? No! It was his friend, and friends stayed within him. Either in his head or in his memories. And he didn’t want to bring the hamster to his memories yet, he didn’t want to say goodbye! But on the other hand he could ask Mimi’s friend to dance, and he could see her reaction to his little friend! GIR truly was stumped. Until he wasn’t. Quick as his mind jumped from one thing to the other, he popped open his mouth, reached within, and grabbed the hamster. Holding him tight in his hand, GIR began stroking the animal lovingly.

          she  was  tweaking  around  with  a  small  green  stone  at  her  desk ,  slowly  picking  away  at  it.  despite  her  intense  concentration ,  she  could  sense  the  STRANGE  atmosphere  that  was  weighing  in  the  garage.  suddenly  stopping  her  work ,  she  spins  her  chair  around ,  offering  tak  a  soft  smile.

          there  were  few  who  got  to  see  it ,  and  even  fewer  who  were  able  to  witness  her  sympathetic  side.  tak  was  one  of  those  few.  the  VERY  FEW.

〚 @hivebreed​​『 tak ! 』an old meme ! 〛

said: “The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

          Jazz wandered up to the Fenton Works Observatory to find Tak waxing poetically toward the night sky. She almost silently came up next to her friend and leaned back against a dormant control panel.

          “Depends on your perspective,” she added. “Maybe people like you and Danny can make sense out of everything going on up there, but to me it just seems like a nonsensical mess of power and beauty.” She was speaking in her ‘things are about to get metaphorical’ voice.

          Boredom was dangerous -- not for Roxie herself, but for everyone around her when she was experiencing it. She was probably more dangerous when she was bored than when she was angry. At least when she was angry she had a purpose -- a focused goal that controlled her chaos. When she was bored, there was no ambition keeping her in check. She could get up to whatever act of anarchy or rebellion her vulnerable whims were most drawn to, and depending on what her options were at any given moment, the collateral damage could be potentially devastating.

          She tied up her skates and pulled on her favorite hoodie as she prepared to scout out that day’s options for entertainment. The hum of her wheels on the street provided mundane accompaniment to her scowl of disapproval as she took in the non-events of the world around her. Nothing caught her eye, nothing seemed exciting enough until --

          She spotted a figure similar to herself in stature sporting a familiar expression that Roxie could tell meant she was up to no good. Pursuing this stranger could mean one of two things: Roxie was either about to pick a fight or make a new friend. A friend with a pretty face. Either outcome would lead to the end of her boredom. So, off she went.

          She launched herself in the direction of her target, tossing a smoke bomb that would make it seem as though she instantaneously appeared in the path of the stranger, stopping her in her tracks.

          Josh rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in his mother’s voice when he heard her call up the stairs, ‘Josh, there’s a girl here for you.’ He dropped his guitar on his bed and tossed his notebook full of tab on his desk. Whatever this was, it was probably going to be quick. An impromptu visit from girl this late on a school night probably meant someone was looking for a chance to chat with him without the pressure of onlookers or institutionalized scrutiny. No doubt it sounded odd, but it had happened before on numerous occasions. Perhaps someone was stopping by to give Josh back a pencil they borrowed from him in class and coincidentally forgot about. Or maybe it was a brush he left in the art room or a guitar pick he left on a music stand. Whatever the case, he was going to be kind, grateful that this mystery girl had gone through all of that trouble just for him, and polite about turning her down when she inevitably asked him about the upcoming school dance.

          The rhythmic thunk of sock-clad feet on hardwood stairs came to a halt just before Josh reached the last step. His pause wasn’t abrupt enough to raise any question from his mom. She simply winked when she walked past him and out of the doorway into another room. His brows knotted, and the corners of his lips sank with a slight frown -- all while his hand was still cemented to the bannister and his left foot was still hovering above the landing.

          He tilted his head in question. Simultaneously, his eyes narrowed in concern and his lips spread with the amusement of curiosity. “I’ll be a minute,” he called out in no particular direction. He was so focused on the figure still standing on his front steps that he hadn’t paid attention to where his mom went off to. “Just a sec,” he said calmly to his guest. He ran back up the stairs to grab a jacket. His footsteps resounded much more quickly on his way back down, and this time he hurried to the door without pause. He slipped on his shoes and nodded out into the night, calling out once more into the house before shutting the door behind him, “If I’m not back by 11, don’t call the cops!”