Oct 22, 2021 6:30 AM
owls and turquoises in all night laundry
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“I mean, the scarf doesn’t seem better than, like, tearing off some of someone’s shirt, and - I guess the sharp thing was pretty convenient. I totally appreciate it and all of its conveniently stabby ways.”

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"The scarf is probably more sterile than someone's shirt would have been, if it did spontaneously manifest from a dream and/or spend several years sitting in a box in a closet not being worn." 

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"Especially in the heat wave that's been going around."

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“Man, I dunno. I was just, like, making a super generic complaint about our general situation?”

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"Super fair."

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Zeke walks over to the beet pile, grabs a beet, and attempts to eat it. 

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The flesh is tough but sweet, and parts under his teeth if he gnaws at it. 

Edie's is already half gone.

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He bets he can still finish his beet before she can finish her beet! Being competitive about tiny tasks is super silly but also super fun. Om nom nom.

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Since she has no idea that they're competing, he manages it. 

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Zeke thereafter continues eating beets at a more reasonable pace, content in his victory.

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Eventually everyone has eaten the maximum reasonable amount of beets. Edie starts stuffing more into whatever pockets are available. 

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“So, uh, through the frosted glass door of doom?”

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"Of doom? So far there's nothing to indicate it's any doomier than anything else in this place." 

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“This place has a pretty high overall doom quotient? Over there is the courtyard of doom. Up there is the sky of doom. I just had several doom-beets.”

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"--You know, given that apparently we fell, I'm not actually sure how doom-y the sky is." 

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“Dunno how important that is.”

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"Dunno." 

She peers up at the sky. 

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... Zeke, too, peers up at the sky.

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There is a single star.

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“Uh.”

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"I...don't know what to make of that." 

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“- okay, so, uh, second try: through the frosted glass door of not-more-than-ambient-doom?”

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"Yeah," she says, and strides toward the glass door, swinging it open easily. 

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Zeke follows her in! What else is he supposed to do, awkwardly stand outside the doorway and juggle beets?

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"...Some kind of office." 

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