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                ❛  it is sick.  ❜  he takes note on her pun ( whether she meant to make one or not ),  ❛  but seriously, with everything that’s going on around here & — what happened to you, i think the less DEATH we talk about the better, even if that means crippling my number of conversation topics.  ❜  he shakes his head, letting out a weak laugh  ;  though shame does not manifest in him easily, he finds himself feeling more meek towards his QUIRKY, if not unnatural interest in serial killers, & the horror genre in general,  ❛  so, why don’t you throw a fact at me?  ❜

she bristles.    becomes cold,  distant.    doesn’t appreciate being  reminded  of the night that turned her whole world inside out,  until she remembers:  he experienced the same trauma.    but that doesn’t make her feel  better.    it almost makes her feel worse,  somehow,  knowing that the lakewood six have been suffering at the hands of piper shaw’s masked accomplice.    gaze dips,  then levels,  shoulders rolling out a fair bit of tension.     ❛     a’ight     –––––     but i’m gonna be comin’ after your ass if someone ever puts a  gun  t’ my head ‘n asks me how a  prairie dog  whoops up on a ground squirrel,  ‘cause guess what ?    homegirl ain’t gonna have the answer.     ❜     she’s fortunate to have enough  animal trivia  on hand to keep them here a while.     ❛     octopuses have three hearts ?    ‘n their tentacles are sentient,  ‘cause over half their  neurons  are there,  so the octopus can be,  like,  goin’ about its business ‘n their arms are just doin’ whatever else.    they  literally  got a mind of their own.     ❜