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[rafaelhills]

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    TWELVE: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE RECENTLY THAT WAS CREATIVE?

You know how kids have this amazing imagination? Just, the whole freewheeling creativity thing that you kinda lose when you grow up? Well, my daughter drew us in these amazing outfits decorated with, uh, flowers? Like, flowers that sort of pop out of the fabric, all blooming-like? So I’ve been spending the free time I get where she’s with her friends or Franny trying to bring that to life. She said she dreamt of it and the dream had looked so real she had to draw it... so there you go.

I’ve finished her skirt, and I’m working on my skirt, but they’re coming out really cute so far. The flowers are made of patterned fabrics. I’ve still got to find a blouse that’ll work for what she drew-- or maybe I’ll modify one I find, change the sleeves a little-- but I’m confident I’ll get it done before her birthday.

I mean, I hope I do. Shit, I gotta remind Franny about the new Fortnite Nerf guns for her...

    FOURTEEN: WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU?

I’m a regular man prone to wretched thoughts. I get horny when I’m lonely.

I’d say I’m kidding but I’m not really. I don’t know. I’m normal! What do you want to hear from me!?

    SIXTEEN: HOW DO YOU TAKE CARE OF YOUR MIND AND BODY?

Body? Eat, sleep, stay hydrated. And I’m really into kickboxing, but I’ve been lazy about going to the gym lately... at least the biking makes up for it a little bit? Sort of? Franny and Salomé have tons of dance parties too, so it’s not like I’m completely inactive or anything.

Mind-- it’s a lot of organising, I guess. You gotta make sure you have enough time for all the things you wanna get done, and then you gotta know which stuff is worth more than the other stuff. You know? I mean, I got the whole doctor thing going on, which takes over my nights, but my days are my time. As long as I’m in touch with my family, checking on my friends, working on my hobbies, my mind’s okay.

On especially bad days, I like to curl up on the couch and watch spaghetti westerns with sweets to eat. Or play video games, or something. The point is, a TV is required, and that’s always great. If it’s not that, it’s lying down in the grass listening to my Walkman-- sometimes Salomé joins in, but a lot of my, uh, winding down stuff is solitary. Sometimes a man’s gotta recharge his batteries away from the eyes of others.

    EIGHTEEN: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO?

My daughter’s birthday! That’s in June. So excited.

Eh, besides that... a colleague of mine back at Boston’s been continuing the next phase of my research while I get settled here. I don’t know if it counts as “looking forward to”, but I’m anticipating the results immensely. I won’t lie, I miss sitting in front of microscopes sometimes.

Oh, one more thing I’m looking forward to is how the new Fortnite season ends. I have a month left! A month!!! Though, now that I think about it, having a month left means... I really gotta start grinding out levels for those extra rewards...

    TWENTY-TWO: WHAT OR WHOM LIGHTS YOU UP?

“Rafi don’t name your family challenge”? Right? Right? (It’s my family.)

I guess, at the risk of sounding super pretentious, it’s the sunrise. Night shift means I get to see that basically everyday after work, and it’s been a welcome addition to my daily routine. I love seeing the sun rise and finding out my horoscope for the day is total shit. Nothing refreshes the palate more.

Nicolas Cage, too. My man.

    THIRTY-FOUR: WHAT LEGACY DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO REMEMBER ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU’RE GONE?

By this, you mean something people will associate with my name, right? Man, all I ask for is that my daughter grows up well and happy. That I raise her right. If people meet Salomé twenty years from now and she can proudly say that she had a great time with her old man, then that’s it. I’m set for life. I can die content.

My legacy’s in my daughter, I think. Sure, I’m doing lots of work in cancer research, but I don’t need people to know my name for that. I do the work for people, not for glory. But Salomé carries my name, my DNA, the lessons I’ll give her, all the memories we share... and all I want for her is that she grows up at peace with whoever she becomes.

Is that too deep? Maybe it’s too deep. Does it also count as a legacy if my picture’s up at Andre’s Café in Boston for eating four specialty roll-ups and fries within 45 minutes? I hope my face is up on that wall forever.

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[rafaelhills]

@skylareverlcy​ // crash into me.

In his mind, going into a café to get his baby sister some breakfast pastry after his shift sounded like a good idea. Statistically speaking, especially given he’s done this for her multiple times, the chances of things going wrong were incredibly slim.

He thought it when he stopped his bike and parked it, chaining it up. He thought it as he pulled his helmet off and tucked it under his left arm.

And then he finds himself proven willdly wrong the moment the door is pulled open and he feels a distinct impact against him.

Landing on his ass isn’t too bad; Rafi’s experienced that multiple times. But-- and though it takes a while for his mind to catch up-- it occurs to him that there is... a very distinct feeling of pain in his arm. The woman he’s bumped into is looking down at him with the most horrified expression on her face, but Rafi doesn’t compute the reason for it until his head dips and he sees his right arm.

His soaked right arm. Which hurts. And--

“Oh.” He’s been burned, apparently. The pain is beginning to set in, and he grits his teeth and immediately gets to his feet (oh, his back hurts, God). “Shit-- bathroom.”

He rushes into the café quick enough he forgets about his helmet on the ground.

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