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The American elections results are so depressing. I don't want to make this blog particularly political (I am very political but let's keep this a bit separate as far as you can separate conscious consumerism from politics), so imma keep it short:

He flicks the propeller, then puts his fist into the hat and flicks it again, just to make sure it'll be able to spin on her head.

Perfect.

He and Asha don't typically interact unless she needs something, so they'll typically go a few days at a time without seeing each other. Bad finds himself hoping that she's in her house so he can say hi - but he knows that that's also rare. She loves to explore, keeping carefully to patches of daylight.

Maybe, if nobody else needs him, he'll sit in the house and wait for her! He should bring something else. He should bring a hot meal. She likes warm food.

When he finally warps out of the house, he's got cookies and stew in tow.

He steps out of all the purple particles, still humming ("Skeppy, Skeppy-Skeppy...") and looks up at Asha's house. The door's open. She's probably out...then...

Bad stops in the doorway, staring down blankly at the floor. There's blood. A few sparse spatters, stained brown and blending into colored tile, but he can sense it, can smell Asha's life-stuff in little, stale wisps.

He steps further in, eyes scanning the ground. There's a few feathers scattered on the floor, floating lightly as his steps disturb the air in the room. Claw marks, dragging from deeper gouges to shallower scrapes across the ground.

The deepest ones are angled toward the bell in the corner.

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oxaliix submitted:

Apologies for the lighting,, can anyone help with this science lab? I was ill when we did it in class. Thanks!!

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