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217. The real question is who will have sex first Yao and Kiku or Meg and Matthew?

How can something that’s living and breathing be fine one day…

and become lifeless the next?

Moments earlier the small blonde had raced up to the house, the afternoon sun was warm on his skin and as he reached the porch he got the spare key from under the welcome-mat, unlocking the door with ease. With a small ‘plunk’ the boy dismissed his frog shaped backpack onto the floor and ran down the hallway to his room, but only after kicking his shoes off aimlessly.

Now, Peter stood completely still.

Staring at the small round glass bowl on his dresser, the once living, flowing, small, orange inhabitant of the bowl was now still as well. Floating at the surface of the clear water. After a moment, Peter stood on his tip-toes and grabbed the bowl with his small hands. The boy had been told to be careful with the small fish, that you have to be gentle with animals, or they could get hurt. He stared down into the bowl, the small fish’s body bobbed slightly from the movement. And Peter tilted his head, wearing an unreadable expression.

Peter wasn’t sure what to do. He had never felt the loss of something in this way. His dad was never around in the first place, so… he never got attached, his brothers were all alive and healthy, the most recent family funeral happened before he was born. He had felt sad sometimes, like when his brothers picked on him, although… that was more irritation then anything, or, when his toys broke, but, that was more frustration and he knew he could fix it or his mother would.

Peter couldn’t yell at the fish to stop what it was doing, he couldn’t ‘fix’ it back to the way it was yesterday and his mom wasn’t home right now to help, even though she was amazing at a lot of things, would she be even able to help…?