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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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        SHE HAD NOT A SINGLE CLUE as to what he said, and quite frankly, cat wasn't sure she cared to inquire. if he had wanted her to get it, he would have just TOLD her. in english. not... whatever that ramble had been ( she wasn't even going to guess at it ).

                         green depths e y e d him merely out of boredom before falling away, scratching at something that had crusted on her jeans. oddly enough, if he simply told her the truth of his feelings on the matter, or even the concerns of the payment, maybe she would be more inclined to work with him.

         what did she truly have to lose?

                   brows arched at the repetition he provided. "....sure, bub. y'sound completely and utterly believable about that." though shoulders would o n l y bounce a shrug at him, revealing she had no intention to push. she wasn't a therapist, and even if she did care, she had nothing to offer.

                   the offer that follows nearly makes her choke ( but she had nothing to choke on... other than air, but she managed to refrain from breathing like an idiot... ). she supposed his reasoning had logic to it, but she still felt like he'd rather just... leave.

    "y'don't have more fun things to do? or are you like. FORCED t'be with me until i either make this wish or say some magic spell t'let you go? this isn't gunna be some aladdin shit where i gotta wish for your freedom out of the kindness of my heart, right?"

"Ugh."

The minute she says "I don't think I want", he makes that sound, rubbing his temples with both hands and his own face pinches with irritation. Not so much at her, but the situation. He's also very selfish so that plays a part, of course.

"Eseís oi ánthropoi. Den lamvánete poté ypópsi sas ti pernáo, étsi den eínai? Ti gínetai me eména? ​​Ti gínetai me to gegonós óti den boró na AFISO aftó to epípedo ýparxis méchri na kánete mia efchí. To skéfteste poté aftó? Óchi."

He's not entirely sure she'll understand what he's saying, but he has to vent his frustration somewhere. That makes him calm down at least enough to sympathize with what she's saying, absorb it in full as he moves to sit down in front of her.

"It's a matter of perspective what comes next, but it's fine. IT'S FINE. In the meanwhile....I will....hmm....hmmmm....."

He seems stuck on the word, like it's unfamiliar to him or like he personally hates it.

"In the meanwhile, I will....help you. In the event that you....change your mind, perhaps. Come to a different....conclusion, so to say. So, why don't you tell me a little about....your day to day, hmm?"

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the queue is back up and running here! i'll be checking in on my baby but cat is still just vibing quietly for the time being! so catch me on hope or the multi mainly where my brainrot muses are! askbox is open for stray questions or the like, and i will try to send memes when i'm perusing here if something strikes me! hope everyone is well, thanks for the patience while i hyperfixate on some other electronic dolls <3

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Franz Kafka — Letters to Felice (1912-1917)

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i managed to get like two months worth of things into cat's queue so i'm restarting hers! this blog will look alive...ish!!

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cat's drafts are all queued! still keeping that paused for just a bit longer while i finish catching up on places... and wanna fill it a bit more so that it has more of a buffer!

hope and my multi will have my main focus for a bit ( new muse on the multi lol ). cat and alina will be my slower muses... but planning to get the queued stuffed properly to release things and then will def try to at least lurk here and send things if i can!

bUT I DID IT! DRAFTS ARE CLEARED!

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you're allowed to be held.

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queue is temporarily paused on cat, alina, and the multi. this is just to try and help keep me from falling insanely behind on these blogs while i just don't have the focus for the muses. i will let it run sporadically, but until i have the energy for these blogs again, want to try and keep them mellow!

will try and get some energy soon! maybe over my summer break coming up :D find me on HOPE in the meantime.

blows kissus!

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            "COULD BE WORSE," she noted. which was honest. cat wasn't in a position of starvation. sure, she felt hunger on the occasion. didn't quite get ENOUGH, but she had never felt like she was on the verge of rotting away. the few times she might have been were... unusual. pending her mental health. or back in the ring when things had been... an i n t e n s i t y that being on her own didn't often replicate.

                 weird to think about her not having anyone had made things easier. but the ring had a number of complexities that even the general population couldn't replicate. people were crazy, but that whole time had been like something out of a movie. or a young adult novel...

       brows arched high upon her forehead, glancing out towards the spoken of location. attention flickered back with intrigue settled in the creases of her expression; one of twisted curiosity. "so you're willing t'let me stay there... but not let me know h o w?" it wasn't that big of a deal, but she was curious of the reasoning.

"Hmm. It's not for everyone." Different ideas, different lifestyles, different goals. No two people were the same. Her story of becoming a thief was no doubt very different from Carmen's own.

"Ah. I don't either." Though it's clear the other lacks the access to funds like she does. Though nowhere is her home anymore, Carmen is still able to travel from place to place with a sense of comfort. A decent roof always over her head as a temporary hideout till it was time to move onto the next one.

"That bad, huh?" A thought enters her mind of potentially presenting some cash for her, but Carmen decides against it for the moment. She'd rather not have her money go to waste if the other decides to do something stupid with it. Though she can still lend a small hand another way. "You see that small blue building over that way? You can stay in there...if you can find the spare key hidden about. The backup hideout of my hideout."

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TED LASSO (2020-) S01E03―Trent Crimm: The Independent