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[wroughtandtempered]

"...This is Eve. Leave a message if you want. Or just fucking text me, I get those fast."

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[wroughtandtempered]

...No?

[abnormalizes]

It's just soup all the way through but it's delicious enough that it doesn't really need any texture to it? I like to drink mine out of a mug.

[wroughtandtempered]

...Maybe I'll order some when screens are less bad.

[ she's no longer on the edge of a migraine but reading + too bright still equals bad ]

[abnormalizes]

Frankly, you should get whatever you want to eat. Prime spoiling yourself hours.

[wroughtandtempered]

Soup'll probably be best whenever I think I can eat again anyway... stomach's as pissed as my head.

[abnormalizes]

Well that's rude. Like I get why your head's fucked up but why does your stomach have to join in?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ making another wrinkly-nosed face ]

Hurting too much does that. Which is also rude. Head's better than it was but it'll take time for shit to calm down.

[abnormalizes]

Fucked up. You've been feeling shitty all this time and now getting rid of the fuckery also makes you feel shitty.

[wroughtandtempered]

I will gladly fucking take this shitty over the other shitty, at least. Didn't feel great from the inside, and if I try to remember any of it now I kind of want to scream?

[ looking back at having next to no self-awareness once you've gotten it back is kind of horrifying, it turns out! ]

[abnormalizes]

Improved shitty, wooo. And from here to reasonably okay?

[wroughtandtempered]

Once things settle the fuck down, yeah. Mindfuck's gone, the curse is... I don't know if it's gone. But I'll bet the fucker's finally safe to pull if it isn't.

[abnormalizes]

Probably, yeah. One of your magic-science-genius friends can probably do it.

[wroughtandtempered]

Red Son, yeah. He's the one who found the fucking problem in the first place.

[abnormalizes]

I'd honestly love to talk nerd stuff with him at a time when somebody's welfare wasn't on the line, that sounds like fun.

[She hasn't figured out that he's one of two otherworlders who have successfully Pissed Her Off in Ellipsa, since it was through text.]

[wroughtandtempered]

Probably would be. He's...

[ how does one describe a Red Son in all his complexity. ]

Really fucking smart? And also pretty squishy, sort of, but it's buried under like ten layers of abrasive as fuck. So watch out.

[abnormalizes]

I'm pretty hard to offend usually! So it'll probably be fine-ish?

[wroughtandtempered]

Hopefully. ...I was going to say my asshole tolerance is okay and he's gotten me a few times, but... thinking about it my tolerance is kind of shit, actually.

[abnormalizes]

You're valid though. I think I've only really gotten mad at otherworlders... like twice? And one was the Porty hostage thing, and before that some asshole was like 'it's the people on your world's fault their lives are shit because they aren't willing to almost certainly die trying to rebel against the people oppressing them'.

[wroughtandtempered]

What the fuck.

[ squinting ]

I mean. ...I'd fight, but I know I'm weird about that shit? Nobody should be ashamed of doing what they have to to fucking live.

[ said the girl who just had a heart game entirely about the ways she's fucked herself up to do just that, ]

And victim-blaming's just fucked up, period.

[abnormalizes]

Yeah! Like - obviously I respect people who are willing to fight even when the odds are shit, but sometimes the odds are just really shit.

Anyway. Fuck that guy. But most people haven't been that level of asshole.

[wroughtandtempered]

That's good. No assholes for you.





Unless it's consensual or something.

[abnormalizes]

[Opens her mouth. Closes it.]

On second thought, I think that was a joke and not actually a prompt to talk about kinks?

[wroughtandtempered]

[ shifts a little to pat clumsily at her leg with one paw without looking ]

Just a joke. Kink talk probably shouldn't happen when my head's freshly... shit. Exploded? Imploded?

[abnormalizes]

Probably! I caught myself before starting to ramble, go me, social skills success.

[wroughtandtempered]

You usually do pretty okay.