i still always get the most enthusiastic greeting.
i will be smug as hell about this forever.
hi, 'lil bug.
if i get one more grok ai ad i'm going to america and taking that ugly bitch who made it out myself.
-is the exception once again. smug smug smug.-
good morning, 'lil bug.
-bumps their heads together like overgrown cats.-
it's hot as balls out, what's up with that?
.. y'know.
i think, if you prove that them words aren't empty, you'll be able to talk to them again too.
i'm sure they see what i see still. sometimes the hurt is just too big for folks to see past it right away. doesn't mean they think you ain't got good in you.—
— it just means their pain overshadows it.
-he fidgets a little, shifting and placing a hand on his shoulder.-
having to prove it doesn't automatically mean all of 'em see you as evil or the worst of the worst. you hurt 'em. you gotta work to make it up to 'em.—
-he crouches slowly, silent as he hears him out. huh.
who'd have thought the great red riot would go down a path like that? he stays there for a moment.-
d'you remember the conversation we had when ya first saw me? —
— but.. i do still know that it's playing judge, jury and executioner. that ain't supposed to be up to us, i think.
playin' god, even.
those who do that, regardless of the reason, are equally criminal. i don't think you're bad though. try the program.—




