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" that's --- " whatever he was about to say dies right there on the floor of his mouth along with the tongue to give it life , and there's not a thing heugh can do about it . the knuckling of his brows as he tries to mould what he sees into something sensible is as much ceremony as the either will ever receive . " what is that . "

" don't give me that look . i didn't know it could do that . "

          blend barely refrains from delivering the shove she oh so wishes to deliver, instead settling on a half-choked snort that rocks her head back and nearly makes ( comically large ) big gulp from spilling across the car’s interior,  ❛ —-jee-sus. forgive me for askin’, god forbid I try to start a conversation not solely fixated on how fucked we are as a species. ❜ words aren’t said with any malice, but with the same beguilement that colours every conversation and encounter blend has with ace; it’s not that she thinks of him as a joke ( far from it ), but the idea, the mere spectacle that she has regular conversations with someone from out of space as if it’s some monthly business lunch never ceases to drive her to near hilarity, ❛ —-speakin’ of my investigation, how likely y’think this fucker turns out to be some plain old normal-norman and we’re gettin’ all worked up over nothin’? ❜