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     ❝ well, as one person with a shaved head to another -- i think you look pretty, regardless of your hair. ❞  it wasn’t meant to be an excuse for what the capitol had done to johanna, of course. as someone who’d grown up surrounded by capitol privilege, cressida couldn’t even begin to FATHOM what horrible things johanna & her fellow victors had gone through.

     -- that brought her to the thought that perhaps she had been too pushy toward johanna. it was easy for cressida to do so toward others without even realizing. for a moment, she appeared contemplative, taking her lower lip between her teeth and furrowing her brows. then she spoke, looking the younger woman in the eye.

     ❝ johanna, if you’re really not comfortable with being filmed, you can say so. ❞  her tone had become more gentle, calm.  ❝ i’m sure you’ve been through a lot, and i’d hate to cause any unnecessary tension. ❞

     “I had no choice,” she butt in rather quickly. She didn’t feel like she was worthy or deserving of praise by any means. What she had done was unforgivable, at least to herself. Johanna believed she was a monster, a machine, just what the Capitol wanted to make of its citizens. Even though she fought against it, what she had endured after the second time in the arena, it was clear that Snow had won at this. Especially with what they did to Peeta. 

   She should be wanting to interview Peeta: the boy who survived all of the Capitol’s plans to destroy him. Sure, he was not who he was before, but showing that he was on the rebel’s side and forced by Snow to speak on his behalf, it could bring those who were lenient to join the cause together. Johanna couldn’t do that. No one would listen to her pent up anger and rage for what had happened. 

  “Eh, you’ll see soon enough. It’ll be the new trend,” she teased again. The more lighthearted she could be, the less she would expose her vulnerability. The more she joked, the less she was able to let someone in. 

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      ❝ well, considering i essentially have NO association with snow at this point, i’d say it’s closer to the latter. ❞  her head tilted to the side just slightly, cressida gave a shrug of her shoulders as she spoke.  

    ❝ i’m just curious, mostly. you seemed like the interesting type -- but, if you’d rather not share, then that’s your prerogative. ❞

“Why must you know?” 

Delilah asked, her own curiosity applying to her own sort of question. She was lonely, after a tragedy she hadn’t been herself, a bit stand off-ish as some may say, nobody really payed attention to her til now. “Is it for Snow to know everyone’s business or is my story somehow going to make you even more interested in me, Cressida?” Head tilted to the side with a light laugh. 

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❝ Do not worry, my child. Snails do not speak -- though, I’m certain if they could, they would talk. veeery. slowly. ❞    Toriel makes this statement with a certain amount of emphasis on the slowed words, a wholly lighthearted gesture.    ❝ I do not believe they are afraid, but they do have excellent nutritional value.  ❞    Turning to the next page of the book to allow Chara to continue looking through it, the motherly bovine adds in a gentle voice, 

    ❝ If you are a concerned for the snails, however, we do not have to eat snail pie tonight. ❞

“Snails are gross.” But since they’re on the topic…

"They… can’t talk, right? You can’t talk to snails, can you?" The thought of Toriel being able to commune with the dinner menu is a little too morbid for Chara to stomach. (Ironic, being the morbid child they are.) They swing their legs, perched securely in her lap, and look over the illustrations of snails in the book with a blithe demeanor. “Do you think they’re scared to be eaten?” 

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goatmom is Forever…………………….

               goatmom loves and supports you & chara. so so much. she would gladly provide pies, or chocolate. maybe chocolate snail pie for something really gourmet 

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      ❝ YOU THERE, HUMAN! ARE YOU AWARE OF           THE CULINARY MASTERPIECE THAT IS           FRESHLY COOKED SPAGHETTI? ❞

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goatmom is Forever.........................

               goatmom loves and supports you & chara. so so much. she would gladly provide pies, or chocolate. maybe chocolate snail pie for something really gourmet 

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@ muses who don’t have mothers/parents: for the low price of $0.00, toriel will become your mom & love + protect you forever 

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         ❝ It sounds interesting! M-maybe we can watch it together,             sometime?   I  would  be   interested  in  giving  it  a  look,             e-especially  if  it’s  an  anime  I’ve  never  seen  before. ❞

     | “IT IS A lot of fighting! And it’s EPIC.” |

*Undyne PAUSES to think over Alphy’s other question.

     | “Uh, WELL, no. Not SO FAR, anyway. I haven’t      gotten too much into the show.” |

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     Though Johanna’s last statement sounded joking, it caused Cressida to fall quiet for a moment, thinking it over. It didn’t leave her with a jovial feeling, but it didn’t necessarily offend her, either; for someone working on the side of a rebellion, she wasn’t the sort to get provoked too easily. In spite of this, she found it somewhat difficult to pinpoint what Johanna was thinking. She was mysterious -- seemed to be hurt, but still an enigma of sorts.

      “You’re brave. You’ve stood in the face of danger more than once, and you’ve lived. In my own opinion, I think that’s inspiring,” Cressida’s response came with a thoughtful infliction. “You know, if anyone’s turning you down because of your hair situation, I don’t think those people are too worthy being liked, themselves.”

    It felt so strange and foreign being complimented. Even if it was small and kind-hearted, Johanna was used to being hated and ignored. It’s not that she hated it, she never looked for the attention that was being given to the other Victors, it was just hard to believe that someone actually liked her. Johanna didn’t know if she could ever accept something like that. 

  “How the hell do I inspire people? People don’t like me, and well, people only like others who voluntarily shave their head.” The last thing Johanna wanted to do was make this about her or to have someone pity her, so she did what Johanna did best: try to make it lighthearted and casual with a joke.

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               ❝ It’s that obvious, huh? ❞

               Her voice was a low drawl, no intense amount of emotion in her voice, for that was how Meg typically proceeded. There was just the necessary pained hiss afterward, though, that gave it away, if the fact that she was cradling her arm wasn’t evident enough. She wasn’t the biggest fan of Wasteland creatures, really, she wasn’t. Squinting, she watched over the other woman, noting the light that came from her arm -- some sort of device, she was using, some kind of well-sustained tech ------

               ❝ That’s an awfully shiny Pip-Boy you’ve got                  there. You must be from somewhere important. ❞

           Deciding she’d rather temporarily nest with a stranger than face the brunt of the rainstorm outside, Eliana shut the door behind her. She squinted against the dim lighting of the shack, fumbling to flick on her Pip-Boy’s flashlight. “You got caught in the rain too, huh?”  she queried, slipping off her freezing, soaked jacket. It’d probably dry faster when it wasn’t clinging to her wiry frame. The light of her Pip-Boy flitted over the other woman, briefly illuminating her and some of the blood spattered on her clothing. Grimy, blood-stained apparel wasn’t uncommon in the wasteland, but Eliana couldn’t help but note that this particular woman’s clothing glistened with fresh blood.                           “Are you injured?”

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❝ Wow, Undyne, that’s a lot of fighting. What’s its name?               ----- D-do they kiss at all, after that fighting? ❞ 

“DID YOU KNOW THERE’S AN ANIME THAT

HAS FIGHT SCENES THAT GO ON FOR LIKE, 3 OR 4 EPISODES????”

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     ❝ Y -- yeah! I’m here, Undyne! What did you want to ask me about? ❞

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