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Old 04-13-2021, 07:52 AM   #7 (permalink)
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Yes! He was getting into a groove. He found the perfect pace to walk around this park bench deep in thought. He was creating a literal groove in the path he walked. It felt good to cloud his head with thoughts that would pull him out of reality.

Like, it's crazy how soda's are made. All that crazy amount of carbon dioxide that goes into bubbling up the water until it gets all fizzy. But we humans breathe out carbon dioxide into the air. How much time would they need to breathe into water to make it a Soda? If they put a bunch of people into a pool and told them all to blow into the water many of them would it take until it got carbonated? What if Fish breathed out co2? Would they be able to carbonate all the oceans in the world.

Or, shirt tags. Why were they still a thing? Haven't they evolved beyond that. There were shirts that no longer used tags and some that did. The Tags were so bothersome against the neck. Always felt like there was something trying to cling to your neck like a spider or any other insect. Then again, he saw the benefit in tags. The shirts that went tag-less you'd be a fool in public if you were caught with your shirt inside-out and those tags were a good quick catch to make sure you reversed it right away. Torrance was no fool.

Insects!! Like Preying Mantis'... Manti? Was it Mantises Manti? What was the plural? He liked Manti bet... and then he was thrust out of his thoughts. Stopping in his tracks when he heard that same angry tone of voice yelling at him. "Sa-Sachiko?"

His style?! What was wrong with his style? Torrance was pretty sure his style was good. He especially liked this shirt. It wasn't tacky at all. No wait...ah was she still on about his rat tail?! He lightly tugged on it but then put his hands down. "I'm not getting ride of it, Sachiko." He liked it very much so.

Besides look at that tiny jacket! It was so tiny!! Jackets aren't supposed to be tiny! They're supposed to cover you.
She remembered how once, back when they were 11 or 13 or whatever young age where they didn't know how messed up and cruel the world was, him going off into some nonsensical ramble about the color red. Red dye? It had been over a box of Bertie Beans and, truth be told, Sachiko had only been maybe a fraction of a fourth of a percent paying attention to it all. It was a red bean, probably cherry, and he had made this whole THING about it and something about how it made him hyper.

...she was, likewise, annoyed that she even remembered all that.

Some people had this way of weaseling themselves in despite her best efforts to push them out.

And she was NOT yelling, for the record. Not externally at least. Inside her head she was shrieking like a banshee and causing all the glass of the surrounding shops to shatter because of her pitch. But that was in her head. For now. Him flaunting the offensive rat tail, HOWEVER, was pushing the already thin envelope.

"You shirt is fine. Childlike prints are in this season, though I would never be caught in them unless I was being paid to." Which she had been, but not today. "It matches and accentuates your skin as well as flatters your figure." She saw that little peek-a-boo of his chest, thank you very much. "Just...THAT THING...it looks so ridiculous. You may as well shave the shape of a rat on the back of your head. I SWEAR you only keep it because you know it irritates me."

This was, for the record, her way of expressing that she was glad to see him and that she had missed him. She was just terrible, as always, to express herself.
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