[But he's sort of grinning, despite himself, even as his heart gives a painful little twist. It always does, whenever he thinks about how none of them are here with him. When he thinks about what happened on Alternia.]
[That depressive swing is over and fucking done with. He wants nothing to do with it right now.]
Okay, well- tho the firtht time I met them, it watch becauthe me and my hivemateth had heard about thome bulgebag gathering people up for thome meeting. Which ith alwayth pretty illegal, you know- highbloodth get trigger prongth whenever they think uth thewerbloodth are getting ideath. But it'sth the kind of illegal that'sth tiny in comparithon to a lot of other crap, tho we were like "well we for once don't have anything elthe to do, fuck it, it'll be entertaining maybe".
Tho I go, the place ith rundown but packed, and there'th thith group of people all up at the front. There'th thith one douthebag who I thwear I thought didn't have hornth, they were tho tiny I felt bad for him. And then he pulled back hith hood, opened hith mouth, and it wath like a divine fucking revelation where I realized-
[He spread his hands out mystically.]
I wath going to punch thith chatty mutantblooded dickback right in the face. I hated him tho much, I wath upthet at mythelf that I didn't think to bring either a bucket or the idea of where to dump hith body. If there hadn't been tho many other people around, I probably would have gone up to him in the middle of hith grand world-changing thpeeches, and I would have given him a wedgie tho bad that either his junk would quit working for eternity or they'd go tho far up I'd be able to choke him with the remaining material.
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[But he's sort of grinning, despite himself, even as his heart gives a painful little twist. It always does, whenever he thinks about how none of them are here with him. When he thinks about what happened on Alternia.]
[That depressive swing is over and fucking done with. He wants nothing to do with it right now.]
Okay, well- tho the firtht time I met them, it watch becauthe me and my hivemateth had heard about thome bulgebag gathering people up for thome meeting. Which ith alwayth pretty illegal, you know- highbloodth get trigger prongth whenever they think uth thewerbloodth are getting ideath. But it'sth the kind of illegal that'sth tiny in comparithon to a lot of other crap, tho we were like "well we for once don't have anything elthe to do, fuck it, it'll be entertaining maybe".
Tho I go, the place ith rundown but packed, and there'th thith group of people all up at the front. There'th thith one douthebag who I thwear I thought didn't have hornth, they were tho tiny I felt bad for him. And then he pulled back hith hood, opened hith mouth, and it wath like a divine fucking revelation where I realized-
[He spread his hands out mystically.]
I wath going to punch thith chatty mutantblooded dickback right in the face. I hated him tho much, I wath upthet at mythelf that I didn't think to bring either a bucket or the idea of where to dump hith body. If there hadn't been tho many other people around, I probably would have gone up to him in the middle of hith grand world-changing thpeeches, and I would have given him a wedgie tho bad that either his junk would quit working for eternity or they'd go tho far up I'd be able to choke him with the remaining material.