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why does my house turn into my parent's house? | indie original character with inspiration from sharp objects, twin peaks, and the complicated relationship between the mother and her daughter. written by mizuki.

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nevermind im gonna use phoebe waller-bridge

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"take a good bite outta my arm." he's practiced his southern accent well enough to be convincing that he's from around those parts. with his offer, he isn't joking as there is barely any infliction stating otherwise. inclination bares temptation. "i wanna show ya somethin'."

     "     𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 . what’re you offering .     “ 

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my brain seems to be incapable to create new characters so im gonna go to generators and see what happens

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"no, no. let it bleed out." voice is monotone as she panics. sometimes his attempts at sounding reassuring don't come across as anything other than dismissive. dan keeps an intense eye on the gash in his forearm, fascinated with the redness pouring from it. "i'll clean up when it's done."

"shit." stevie isn't good in crisis. even as she tends to wounds as frequently as they come in the kitchen, she's never had a handle on her own ability to panic. first instincts are always to freak out, make a bigger mess of things till she calms down.

"shit, shit - what do i do? do you need a doctor? ambulance? oh fuck, we have a first aid kit, i should probably get that -"

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@blemishez

"my arm hurts..." he looks down at the limb, squeezing his hand into a fist and watching the veins swell. dan's taken on a western drawl. it's a weird sensation watching this vessel mirror those around him. the other thing is, his arm isn't supposed to hurt...he isn't supposed to feel any pain.

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"what?" he looks at him, something akin to trickery in his gaze. "what do you need to focus so hard on?"

     "     𝐜'𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 .     “     he laments , taking a minute a pause and recollect his thoughts before he begins to type again .     “     i’m trying to focus .     “ 

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okay im gonna be on tomorrow after school so lms for a starter !!!!!

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now hold on 👆🏼 might expand the daniverse

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"so?" he mimics her almost in the exact same tone. he doesn't mean it in a mocking way, but to consider the conversation. why is he here? for a second, he has to think as a normal being would, think of a reason why someone digs the night shed of a hole in the wall bar. depression? looking for a meaning? maybe a midlife crisis? in an attempt to stave the awkwardness, he decides on this. "why do you think?"

"same as you." which means don't worry, and don't ask. in truth, her last pick up went south. so she's got no goods, and plenty of time to kill. she appraises him carefully and without tact. nine times out of ten, a man met in a bar along a route finds some way to make her get that old switchblade out of her pocket. "so?"

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@rekant

dan takes a drink of what is, presumably, straight vodka. while most people would recoil, he doesn't. he slips up like that sometimes. "so, what brings you around here?" he asks, when the question should be directed at him. he'll be there for a couple days and gone the next.

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oh dan? he’s just A Guy!

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"do you need something?" it's annoying and he knows it. this isn't a game he's playing but just another chance to interact. "we were both staring at each other. seems like you're just as interested."

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he's giving this guy the benefit of the doubt. it's not likely that he's a fan (they don't get many of those in his age range), but maybe his kid is or something. "do you, uh, need something?"

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they always say that too. they're meeting someone, but the someone isn't around when they do say so. "but if you're meeting your boyfriend, why should you go?" that's considered rude, he knows that much. he imagines a vivid picture: disappointment show in their friend's face alone in the middle of the place, maybe some embarrassment too.

"besides, if he isn't here yet, isn't that sort of indigent on the other person. shouldn't they be here on time?" time, what a silly thing. maybe these people have forgiven it so much that they don't care if their party is late.

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he's not the first creep to say something like that, he certainly won't be the last. although most of the ones she gets are about half his age. she can't be too bothered; it's to be expected, especially in a seedy bar on a sunday night.

"i'm meeting my boyfriend," she says flatly. it's the go-to lie; if it comes to it, she'll call jude to come pick her up anyways. alice takes her glass off the bar. "i should get going."

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“why are you looking at me like that?” from anwar I GUESS

"why are you looking at me like that?" he knows the answer. because you're freaking me out. because you're weird. because, because, because. somehow, he likes hearing all the reasons why. the way these people reason is almost like entertainment to him.

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“are you… smelling me?” from alice I GUESS

yes, and there is no shame felt in it. where is it supposed to be felt? in his chest? a brain conflicted? instead, a suave grin takes place as to not stall any longer. the humans don't like it when someone stalls, they get weird about it.

"jasmine and bergamot..." he doesn't have to be that close to her to tell that's what's in the perfume she's wearing. there was a point in time dan studied the smells and their associations. "sophisticated, a scholar, am i right?"