questions / always questions. and heather is far from cooperative. hates being poked and prodded / a large frowning face flashes across her screen in bright pink / a stark contrast to her mood. arms crossed over her chest , if she could pout , she would. you won’t be able to get inside her head ! for it no longer exists.
it is always like this inside the foundation / scientists at every turn , a stark place filled with other people like heather. or perhaps / not quite like her , otherwise perhaps they would not study her as much as they do. ❛ you’re not like the other doctors here , i’m afraid i’m a lot cause for you. i wished my head away one night for fun. ❜ besides , this looks much better don’t you think ? / @overawake
