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theaterism · 2 years
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“ i…  i  don’t know how to fix this. ” (ok but wren saying this to charlie <3)
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“it’s not your job to fix this.” the words came out somewhat sharper than charlie intended, tinged with a tired sort of bitterness. she didn’t look at wren; her gaze stayed on the canvas before her: a half-finished painting of a pumpkin patch. she wanted to create a better painting than the one from this time last year, less rife with fear and anxiety, but she couldn’t help adding a few rabbits amidst the leafy vines.
“you’re not the one who broke things,” she went on, her voice slightly more controlled now as she traced another rabbit. her grasp on the paintbrush still tightened, her knee jittering on the stool she sat upon. “and i know i’m rubbish at fixing this, because i don’t know how to fix it either, but that—” a falter; a quick glance at wren then back to the painting. “that doesn’t mean you’ve got to fix it for me, alright?”
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pinevalley · 2 years
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he tried to leap into a tree… and fell right into the river with a splash. amazingly talented.
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theaterism · 2 years
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i survived my comp sci capstone presentation,,,,,
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theaterism · 2 years
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“is there a way to simply… skip my birthday? remove it from the calendar, like? or— or make it so that it’s just charlie and vic’s birthday, and not mine.”
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theaterism · 3 years
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“once, my siblings and i were in the countryside, where there aren’t as many people around and all the roads are dirt and so on, and we tried that con where one of us pretended to get hit by a car and the other ones convinced the driver to give us money so we wouldn’t call the police or anything. except, fox actually got hit, and vic and i aren’t as good at getting money from people as him, so... we ran.”
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theaterism · 3 years
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“right, so— on one hand i feel like i should be a bit offended. just a bit! since i’m not keen on getting banished and since i’m also innocent! but it’s also quite clever and i dunno why i didn’t see it coming, so it’s alright as long as i get some money.” a pause. “i am getting a share of the money, right?”
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theaterism · 3 years
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he’s dying.
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pinevalley · 3 years
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“i heard some kids say the flavor of water is its temperature and it’s stuck in my head ‘cause like, i can’t check anymore? but i still feel like it’s true?”
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pinevalley · 3 years
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Mirror man's awful no-good birthday? Well, it appears that he has one person, if she can be even counted as one, as a gifter. Because Clone waddles up to him, stands before him, and regurgitates a frog with a bow wrapped around it. She throws the frog at him before blankly saying, "Birthday." (yarn-stone-and-bottles, Clone to the Awful Mirror Man)
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Archipelago skillfully blocks the frog with a book that had been resting on his desk. “That,” he says, tone matter-of-fact, “was dreadful.” He rummages in his desk and takes out a pair of tweezers — meant for repairing antiques, he’ll have to clean them later. He lifts the frog with them, walks past the terrible child without looking at her, and unceremoniously flings the present out the antique shop’s door. Holding the door open, he looks back at her pointedly. “Kind of you to stop by. Now. Out, please and thank you.”
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theaterism · 3 years
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west grinned, as though accepting an invitation. "we can do something about that." they drummed their fingers on their chin, sorting through their thoughts, before speaking again with words that rang with challenge. "i can give you one coin for every person that you sneak up to within he next hour. wait, fuck, no---thirty minutes. and then you gotta show me some of those coin tricks. you in?" (akdjsknckd terrible............)
foxtrot stared at them, expression baffled and tone serious. “west. you haven’t got enough coins. i’d put you in debt for years.” a pause. a flicker of a smile returned to his face. “that being said, i’m absolutely still in. what counts as sneaking up on someone? surprising them? am i allowed to say anything? a gentle ‘boo’, perhaps? can i steal things at the same time?” a rush of questions, his grin widening.
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