*locks herself in her bedroom for 5 hours*
*taps on door* Yan, are you okay?
Uh. Fine! Haha, just dandy…
She took her words into consideration and nodded. How was Alaska suppose to work without a lead? “Anything you need to know, just ask me. I’ll tell you all about it.” Maybe there were legends, some old book that contained what they needed to know.
“Yeah, that’s true.”…
“No. I wasn’t born into this. When I was sixteen, I got hit by a magic spell that turned me into the hybrid that I am. But it was irreversible. They didn’t find a cure.” She said, shrugging slightly. It wasn’t something that bothered her anymore.
“Yeah, for some reason, guys really like seeing us wear their shirts? I mean, I’m not complaining. The shirts are comfy.” Yanet loved wearing oversized shirts because they were amazing. Plus, you just put on a pair of leggings and you’re good to go.
I guess I can accept that.
Alright, can’t wait to try some
*grabs her glass to drink some water. notices the note and grabs her napkin and pen, scribbling down a response*
*gives her a slice* You don’t have to wait.
*doesn’t see her scribbling a response* I have tried it a bit before, the cake’s pretty good.
*hides the napkin in her pocket*
Is it? I’ve never tried baked Alaska before. I’ll take your word on it being good.
She had been close to having a child. She had wanted one. But you don’t get what you want and she knew that. “I guess.” She said simply, leaning back into the chair. She wasn’t ready for that, the responsibilities and commitment it took to be a mom. Besides, then there…
She took her words into consideration and nodded. How was Alaska suppose to work without a lead? “Anything you need to know, just ask me. I’ll tell you all about it.” Maybe there were legends, some old book that contained what they needed to know.
“Yeah, that’s true.” She laughed, nodding her head in agreement. “Oh, they’re very comfortable. I like wearing it, because it smells like him.” He smelled like home. But no, she couldn’t say that. It was too cheesy.
She sighed in defeat, shoulders sagging. “It’s not a waste of breath.. I appreciate what you’re doing, tinta. I really do. But somethings aren’t really suppose to happen.” With Crimson, she took care of him because he was Alaska’s son. But with a kid of her own? She would…
She had been close to having a child. She had wanted one. But you don’t get what you want and she knew that. “I guess.” She said simply, leaning back into the chair. She wasn’t ready for that, the responsibilities and commitment it took to be a mom. Besides, then there was Brent. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to her having a child.
“You go and look. If you actually find something, talk to me.” Yanet wasn’t even sure where Alaska would find that sort of information. But she trusted her. “I believe in you. I know you’ll find something.” She chuckled, shaking her head. A hand went and touched the scar on her side, and that day flashed in her mind. “He would prefer if it was off.” And it did come off. “On the bright side, one of his shirts became mine.”
“So, I guess you don’t want to be a pirate anymore?” She asked, munching on her strawberry. “You could always be a nice pirate?”
“I’d rather just avoid pirates all together…” Zayne said with a slight cringe, “Maybe I’d rather be an astronaut.” Least they didn’t cut people up or let them drown.
She tilted her head to the side, standing up and going over to him. “You’re still a dashing buccaneer to me.” She smiled, taking his strawberry playfully. “My berry!”
He grinned, “Aw, thanks.” He pouted when she took his food, “Hey! I was the one who had to go without fruit and decent hygiene for a month! I deserve that berry!”
She placed the fruit between her lips, fighting back a smirk. “In that case, you deserve a shower! And if you want the berry, come and get it~”
“So, I guess you don’t want to be a pirate anymore?” She asked, munching on her strawberry. “You could always be a nice pirate?”
“I’d rather just avoid pirates all together…” Zayne said with a slight cringe, “Maybe I’d rather be an astronaut.” Least they didn’t cut people up or let them drown.
She tilted her head to the side, standing up and going over to him. “You’re still a dashing buccaneer to me.” She smiled, taking his strawberry playfully. “My berry!”
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