No, no, it is not, you decide, as Marduk takes hold of the conversation and steers it in a frankly alarming direction. Thank god for the fact she's about as subtle as a boulder, and Pheres is missing, or you'd chuck her to the side of the road and take your chances.
Lowbloods age early: your eyes were filled in at six, and you've seen maroons flashing red early as five before. Seven and eight isn't that bad, when you're both warmbloods. But with olives, it starts slowing down. Marduk's seven, but she looks like she could still be six: she's built like a baby cholerbear, all pupafat and eyes that're only just now starting to darken with colour.
Highbloods take literally forever. Raphae's an indigo, and pupation hit him hard: he looks like he's twelve now, but you were there a sweep ago, when his eyes were still pale and his cheeks round. The idea of someone pailing him at seven..
You gag.
"Fuck you and fuck this goddamn conversation," you snap. "'cause this is gross and I'm like, two seconds from spewing my fast all over you, and this night's been shitty enough without having to add time for scrubbing acid off my paint, too."
"Where the hell is this sewer at, anyway?" You've been driving along, letting the road carry you, but the canal's ten feet ahead and you haven't seen a sewer drain yet.
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No, no, it is not, you decide, as Marduk takes hold of the conversation and steers it in a frankly alarming direction. Thank god for the fact she's about as subtle as a boulder, and Pheres is missing, or you'd chuck her to the side of the road and take your chances.
Lowbloods age early: your eyes were filled in at six, and you've seen maroons flashing red early as five before. Seven and eight isn't that bad, when you're both warmbloods. But with olives, it starts slowing down. Marduk's seven, but she looks like she could still be six: she's built like a baby cholerbear, all pupafat and eyes that're only just now starting to darken with colour.
Highbloods take literally forever. Raphae's an indigo, and pupation hit him hard: he looks like he's twelve now, but you were there a sweep ago, when his eyes were still pale and his cheeks round. The idea of someone pailing him at seven..
You gag.
"Fuck you and fuck this goddamn conversation," you snap. "'cause this is gross and I'm like, two seconds from spewing my fast all over you, and this night's been shitty enough without having to add time for scrubbing acid off my paint, too."
"Where the hell is this sewer at, anyway?" You've been driving along, letting the road carry you, but the canal's ten feet ahead and you haven't seen a sewer drain yet.