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thecapitol2014-10-05 06:22 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-05 06:22 pm
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When I wake up in the morning I'm still asleep...
Who| Initiate and Venus
What| Ridiculous showdowns over yogurt
Where| D5 floor
When| Around nowish
WARNINGS| Language.
With his tongue back in his maw, he finds new found appreciation for different foods. He finds himself chewing just because he can, taking his time with it all and picking things apart slow. It wasn't as though he wasn't at all aware before of what a luxury food could be-- even before his time in arenas that had been a thing. But you can never be too appreciative of a miracle legit and he has learned that over and over countless times.
He's also finding the little annoyances are still just as annoying as ever. Opening that fridge right up and, surprise, surprise, shit looks as to be a disaster. He growls and rolls his eyes. Of course. Just a quick check around, just to be sure no one he knows is going to call him out for it, he takes to cleaning that noise on up. Containers here and there of this and fucking that. At least, he thinks as rearranges one spot in particular, that terrorbitch ain't going to be cleaning the fridge out entire no more.
It's just about clean when one of his hands knocks Venus's yogurt. These things. Textureless, tasteless goop for them what had no choice but accept awful goop for sustenance. She had all and every ability in the world for something what wasn't being this! What a fucking waste!
It has been at least a year that she last accused him without cause of stealing her yogurts and it has been a year he has been most motherfucking dedicated to fulfilling this falsehood as for destroying those blasphemous things. Why the fuck stop now? He huffs and starts tossing them back onto the counter for disposal. You can go, and you can go and... you too! Last one and-- it splatters in his hand.
"MOTHERFUCKING--!"
What| Ridiculous showdowns over yogurt
Where| D5 floor
When| Around nowish
WARNINGS| Language.
With his tongue back in his maw, he finds new found appreciation for different foods. He finds himself chewing just because he can, taking his time with it all and picking things apart slow. It wasn't as though he wasn't at all aware before of what a luxury food could be-- even before his time in arenas that had been a thing. But you can never be too appreciative of a miracle legit and he has learned that over and over countless times.
He's also finding the little annoyances are still just as annoying as ever. Opening that fridge right up and, surprise, surprise, shit looks as to be a disaster. He growls and rolls his eyes. Of course. Just a quick check around, just to be sure no one he knows is going to call him out for it, he takes to cleaning that noise on up. Containers here and there of this and fucking that. At least, he thinks as rearranges one spot in particular, that terrorbitch ain't going to be cleaning the fridge out entire no more.
It's just about clean when one of his hands knocks Venus's yogurt. These things. Textureless, tasteless goop for them what had no choice but accept awful goop for sustenance. She had all and every ability in the world for something what wasn't being this! What a fucking waste!
It has been at least a year that she last accused him without cause of stealing her yogurts and it has been a year he has been most motherfucking dedicated to fulfilling this falsehood as for destroying those blasphemous things. Why the fuck stop now? He huffs and starts tossing them back onto the counter for disposal. You can go, and you can go and... you too! Last one and-- it splatters in his hand.
"MOTHERFUCKING--!"
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She'll feel guilty about it later. Now she just flops onto her bed, buries her face into her pillow and screams. When she runs out of air, she sucks in it and bites down on the pillow. She imagines herself a horse pulling at the bit, dragging herself towards a finish line, but there's none in sight.
Eventually she cries, hoping that'll bleed off some of the pressure building inside her, and when it doesn't she falls asleep.
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Glass in the kitchen, glass in the hall, yogurt motherfucking everywhere. The brilliant idea of turning aggression on a sister for something all like this seems all the more stupid. But it's been done.
All what everyone's taught him tells him he ought to apologize. He doesn't figure that will happen none either.
What happens is that he cleans it up-- all of it. He falls into easy step, like it's a natural thing, and the more what gets done, the more the pressure in his thinkpan eases off. He cleans off his ownself, washing the yogurt out and making humble of himself as he reflects again on royalty's hair and that of the low; how much more fitting this is until he finds some pride again one day.
He doesn't much feeling talking to or seeing anyone after that. Fuck it. Maybe he'll just go on to get that mini-fridge she spoke on his ownself.