Sep 5, 2023
They've always said I pack a punch.
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They've always said I pack a punch.
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"HhhhwaaaaAAAAIT!”
She looked like Kirigiri. She sounded like Kirigiri. You’d think she was Kirigiri from a distance- but Kirigiri sure as hell didn’t shriek like a banshee and spend her days hiding away in the Future Foundation’s greenhouse. Kyouka tore it around the corner, lab coat fluttering wildly behind her and soil smeared across her cheeks and what looked suspiciously like blood sinking into the sleeves of her coat.
“You didn’t touch anything, did you?! One weird and off tilt of that lamp and you could kill off an entire generation of cilantro!” She skidded to a halt in front of the younger detective, hair a wild mess and free of its usual braids for once. She shoved past the older boy with ease, worriedly fussing over her gross and bitter plants.
“I positioned that lamp precisely so it didn’t burn the leaves at the top! D’you know what a catastrophe you could’a caused f’you tilted that thing wrong?!” She whirled around after making sure her heating lamp was in the precise position it was meant to be and planted her hands square on her hips, red eyes narrowing and bottom lip pouting outwards.
“I mean, cilantro tastes like total garbage, I know that much, but some people here like it! Plus, I’m tryin’ t’breed a kind that doesn’t taste like crap t’people like my sister an’ I who have th’ gene that makes it taste like soap!” She finished her rant and crossed her arms over her chest, brows knit together and her expression warped into a childish glare. She certainly... wasn’t like her sister in the slightest.
@blindedhope
“Why is everyone so fascinated by worms, lately?” A genuine question from local android, 6O. “I mean, they ARE fascinating! Don’t get me wrong! It’s just that a lot of people are saying ‘Oh, worm?’ in response to things that... aren’t even remotely related to worms. Are worms not native here, or something? I mean, that wouldn’t make much sense considering how important they are to an ecosystem, but...”
“ MY students are planning something. ”
Sometimes I wonder if I say Billy's name three times, would he show up like Beetlejuice?
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🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
Sidney leaned forward grabbing a flower from the ground, gently picking off the leaves from the stem, currently making flower crowns out of sheer boredom.
Dwight caught her eye, prompting her to smile and make her way over, tilting her head for a moment before tucking the plant between his locks of hair, securing it with a flyaway near his ear.
"No, I'm fine. you're got a gentle touch... "
" No, I'm fine, you've got a gentle touch . . . "
Sidney winced before reassuring Dwight he was just fine.
Nothing she hadn't dealt with before, he was gentle, and much less fumbly than last time he'd patch her up.
She'd glance up, realizing how close he was, while he tended her wounds.
Her freckled face lit up with a tinge of pink, trying not to bring attention to it.