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02-13-2017, 11:23 PM
Never looking back or too far in front of me
The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be
I can only stay in this “careful, hesitating, quasi-professional” state of mind for so long; the strain of awkward and cluelessness was burning quickly from both ends, and my patience was wearing thin. She still wasn’t talking and I still didn’t know why, I mean, she could make noises with her mouth--why couldn’t those noises be words? Why was she clearly choosing not to talk to me?The Present is a gift, and I just wanna Be
So when she placed the feather between us, and stepped on it, I crossed my limit. I was already floundering at what was going on and how to fix it in a mature, calm manner, but this was a whole new thing I had to analyze with nerves that were well beyond frayed. Even so, my most basic assumption was that she was throwing a gauntlet in my face--I didn’t know what the feather meant, but she stepped on it, so it had to mean something--and seeing an obvious challenge being tossed at me, I couldn’t reel it in anymore. I snorted and tossed my head, cricking my neck from side to side, because I was done playing this dumbass game.
“Alright, fuck it,” I said, and my frustration was blowing out of me in heated waves as I squared the fuck up, “Fine, whatever, doesn’t matter. I dunno what your deal is but fuck it, you ain’t gotta say a word to me to be a good soldier.” I lowered my head, horn pointed squarely for her. “But you’re gonna tell me your name even if I gotta beat it outta you!”
With that, I charged with a snort, launching my stocky body forward, aiming to hit her head-on.
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@Ru
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