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victormakesartVictor limped into the Nexus. It was mostly hip problems, but being kicked around didn't help, and old aches took a while to fade.
Half-played lyrics and conversations repeated in various loops in her mind.
[You're blushing.
I'm not.
You're angry.
I'm not
You're crying.
No.
Why are you lying to me?
Tellin' you would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?]
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[What you fear the most is what I need. I need to feel one second pass where I am bone and you are glass.]
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[That's my cigar.
You'll steal annudah.
Hey bummers, we'se got woik t' do.
Since when did you become me mudder?]
She sat down heavily, and flipped a switch on a radio. Loud techno, in Latin, streamed from the speakers like light from two rectangular lenses.
She closed her eyes and covered her face. Her fingers were covered with paint and dry glue, and felt surprisingly soothing on her eyelids. She would deny being upset if anyone approached her. She didn't like admitting to being panic-stressed. She was just...ah...resting her eyes.
Half-played lyrics and conversations repeated in various loops in her mind.
[You're blushing.
I'm not.
You're angry.
I'm not
You're crying.
No.
Why are you lying to me?
Tellin' you would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?]
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
[What you fear the most is what I need. I need to feel one second pass where I am bone and you are glass.]
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
[That's my cigar.
You'll steal annudah.
Hey bummers, we'se got woik t' do.
Since when did you become me mudder?]
She sat down heavily, and flipped a switch on a radio. Loud techno, in Latin, streamed from the speakers like light from two rectangular lenses.
She closed her eyes and covered her face. Her fingers were covered with paint and dry glue, and felt surprisingly soothing on her eyelids. She would deny being upset if anyone approached her. She didn't like admitting to being panic-stressed. She was just...ah...resting her eyes.
