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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-04-28 04:09 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-04-28 04:09 am
MHA #4; Wednesday [04/28].
There were no jello shots at Caritas tonight.
In fact, there was no Summer at Caritas tonight, either.
What would even be the point? The island was going crazy, and everyone should probably stay at home! Sure, Caritas was a safe space, and that was good if anyone needed it, and it was literally right across the street so it wouldn't take long to get there, but, knowing her luck? Ha! She'd probably be dead before she barely stepped out the door!
Not that she figured she was much safer in her own apartment, because she did not at all trust those looks Pancakes was giving her, and this wouldn't even be the first time a pet had threatened her! At least Pancakes didn't have a mech suit, though!
....YET.
Besides, she was thoroughly convinced that anyone who actually did go to Caritas would have a much better time without her there. Because that's just how it was. Things were always better without her. Just look at her parents' lives if she hadn't been born, and the Resistance was probably thriving now that she was out of the picture. Why do you think Grampa Rick only ever wanted to take Morty on adventures and never her? Because she sucked. And things always sucked more when she was involved. Tino didn't need her there. Tino probably didn't even want her there.
No one did.
And it definitely didn't help that Summer just could not stop doomscrolling through all the happy, perfect posts from people on all her socials, almost as if something that knew it would only exacerbate these feelings was compelling her to keep doing so.
[[ very much open! with potential bouts of SP because work has been stupid stressful lately, ugh ]]
In fact, there was no Summer at Caritas tonight, either.
What would even be the point? The island was going crazy, and everyone should probably stay at home! Sure, Caritas was a safe space, and that was good if anyone needed it, and it was literally right across the street so it wouldn't take long to get there, but, knowing her luck? Ha! She'd probably be dead before she barely stepped out the door!
Not that she figured she was much safer in her own apartment, because she did not at all trust those looks Pancakes was giving her, and this wouldn't even be the first time a pet had threatened her! At least Pancakes didn't have a mech suit, though!
....YET.
Besides, she was thoroughly convinced that anyone who actually did go to Caritas would have a much better time without her there. Because that's just how it was. Things were always better without her. Just look at her parents' lives if she hadn't been born, and the Resistance was probably thriving now that she was out of the picture. Why do you think Grampa Rick only ever wanted to take Morty on adventures and never her? Because she sucked. And things always sucked more when she was involved. Tino didn't need her there. Tino probably didn't even want her there.
No one did.
And it definitely didn't help that Summer just could not stop doomscrolling through all the happy, perfect posts from people on all her socials, almost as if something that knew it would only exacerbate these feelings was compelling her to keep doing so.
[[ very much open! with potential bouts of SP because work has been stupid stressful lately, ugh ]]
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Okay. Not the reaction he expected. Honestly it felt like a boxing round had just ended with the realization that he had nine more rounds to go.
“Yeah. Okay,” he said taking a seat in one of the chairs in the kitchen. “Sure. I can start there. But nothing from Seivarden’s dimension. I definitely need something light.”
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But she did pick something out and went to get some water going.
"There's jello shots, too," she offered. "I still tried to make some. They're totally terrible disasters, though, and definitely contain my literal tears, though, fair warning."
It had definitely been a day.
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Barry gave Summer a look of empathy. “I will take whatever you want me to take. Tea. Tears. Jell-O shots good or bad. I’m not leaving until we are fucking solid.” He said sincerely. “Whatever it takes.”