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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-12-23 06:23 am
IC/Overflow Post Part III
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It was a calculated risk worth taking.
He has friends. He can turn to them if he wants.
A little, yes.
He has friends. He can turn to them if he wants.
A little, yes.
Perhaps a little.
It matters not where we go as long as you're there.
It matters not where we go as long as you're there.
[ The room felt tighter, the air heavy with the patter of rain against the closed window. A grin spread across her face, sharp at the corners but distant in her eyes. ] A balancing of books [ , she said, her voice low. ] That’s a clean way to see it. They deserved what they got, didn’t they? Those who think they’ve already won always forget they can still bleed.
[ Her focus lingered on him, studying the deliberate cadence of his words ]. You would’ve appreciated it [ , she said, tapping her fingers against the desk in a rhythm that didn’t match the rain. ] But you wouldn’t have laughed. You don’t laugh at things anymore. Not in the way that matters. That part of you burned out a long time ago. Whether at the start or the end doesn’t change what’s gone.
[ Her gaze held his, a stillness to her mismatched eyes that mirrored the unyielding depths of his. ] Why would you stop? That’s not who you are. You’re a wheel, always turning, grinding, moving forward. Stopping isn’t in you. Stopping means breaking. It means becoming nothing. [ She shifted, her movements slow, deliberate, and her voice softened. ] But some wheels don’t turn freely. They’re tied to something heavy, something that’s already sunk and dragging them deeper with every turn.
[ Her fingers traced patterns on the desk, her focus distant but her tone cutting. ] Moving forward feels like winning, doesn’t it? Like taking back what they took. But moving forward doesn’t always mean letting go. Sometimes it means carrying what’s been lost, no matter how heavy.
[ Her focus lingered on him, studying the deliberate cadence of his words ]. You would’ve appreciated it [ , she said, tapping her fingers against the desk in a rhythm that didn’t match the rain. ] But you wouldn’t have laughed. You don’t laugh at things anymore. Not in the way that matters. That part of you burned out a long time ago. Whether at the start or the end doesn’t change what’s gone.
[ Her gaze held his, a stillness to her mismatched eyes that mirrored the unyielding depths of his. ] Why would you stop? That’s not who you are. You’re a wheel, always turning, grinding, moving forward. Stopping isn’t in you. Stopping means breaking. It means becoming nothing. [ She shifted, her movements slow, deliberate, and her voice softened. ] But some wheels don’t turn freely. They’re tied to something heavy, something that’s already sunk and dragging them deeper with every turn.
[ Her fingers traced patterns on the desk, her focus distant but her tone cutting. ] Moving forward feels like winning, doesn’t it? Like taking back what they took. But moving forward doesn’t always mean letting go. Sometimes it means carrying what’s been lost, no matter how heavy.
Lower than the chances of me succeeding.
If a stranger randomly started talking to me about their deepest problems I'd want to punch them in the face.
It wasn't uncomfortable. Just not used to that sort of life.
If a stranger randomly started talking to me about their deepest problems I'd want to punch them in the face.
It wasn't uncomfortable. Just not used to that sort of life.
Yeah, well, I hope you take this as a personal challenge: but you better come up with an alternative to that bullshit, because I don't wanna hear you're ever trying that again.
What did you think bars are for?
Well, better start getting used to it.
What did you think bars are for?
Well, better start getting used to it.
I will make every endeavor so you don’t hear of me trying that again.
The same thing all businesses are for, which is to make a profit off of people. Part of that is bartenders getting better tips and pouring more drinks because people think they want to hear about their problems.
I’m not sure I ever will. But I’m also not sure that’s a bad thing. There’s something to be said for not getting used to opulence. I’m not saying I won’t ride in a private plane, obviously. But getting used to it is another matter, I think. I won’t ever take for granted even having enough money for a roof.
The same thing all businesses are for, which is to make a profit off of people. Part of that is bartenders getting better tips and pouring more drinks because people think they want to hear about their problems.
I’m not sure I ever will. But I’m also not sure that’s a bad thing. There’s something to be said for not getting used to opulence. I’m not saying I won’t ride in a private plane, obviously. But getting used to it is another matter, I think. I won’t ever take for granted even having enough money for a roof.
'Not hearing' better not the the codeword here, Kaz.
Well, it might still make profit, but there's a reason why people still come and spill their hearts out to a stranger.
Sometimes it's more comfortable to share your hopes and fears to someone that doesn't know who you are.
Just like Kruge doesn't seem to get used to the idea of not being a stray or that food is available every day.
Well, it might still make profit, but there's a reason why people still come and spill their hearts out to a stranger.
Sometimes it's more comfortable to share your hopes and fears to someone that doesn't know who you are.
Just like Kruge doesn't seem to get used to the idea of not being a stray or that food is available every day.
Hm? What's that?
I cannot fathom ever finding that comfortable. I think anyone who spills to a stranger they haven't thoroughly vetted is questionable at best. I'll still take their money, but I question them.
She'll take all the tuna she can find, no matter what.
I cannot fathom ever finding that comfortable. I think anyone who spills to a stranger they haven't thoroughly vetted is questionable at best. I'll still take their money, but I question them.
She'll take all the tuna she can find, no matter what.
I'm your dork.
I'm not the target audience for this sort of conversation, no. I don't understand in general why so many people want to talk about themselves in the first place.
She and Lucky seem to be getting along really well.
I'm not the target audience for this sort of conversation, no. I don't understand in general why so many people want to talk about themselves in the first place.
She and Lucky seem to be getting along really well.
[Kate can physically feel it in her chest. Her heart seems to swell as she reads those words again. Kaz, calling himself hers.]
Yeah, you are.
And I'm yours.
It meant a lot, you know? When you told me about your brother.
She's definitely not afraid of him anymore.
Yesterday I even saw her steal one of his treats. Pretty much out of his mouth.
Yeah, you are.
And I'm yours.
It meant a lot, you know? When you told me about your brother.
She's definitely not afraid of him anymore.
Yesterday I even saw her steal one of his treats. Pretty much out of his mouth.
Should I call you my dork, then? Might raise some questions when we introduce one another.
Yes. Well. You're not a stranger.
She's fortunate he's patient with her. He thinks he's made a friend.
Yes. Well. You're not a stranger.
She's fortunate he's patient with her. He thinks he's made a friend.
That is saying something, given how many slogan t-shirts you have.
I didn't say. ... it was Jordie.
I'm fairly convinced he thinks we got him a kitten.
I didn't say. ... it was Jordie.
I'm fairly convinced he thinks we got him a kitten.
Great might be in the eye of the beholder here.
Yes. He was four years older than me. Though I’ve long since passed how old he got to be.
I wasn’t worried. Well, not about that. About them teaming up, perhaps. Another animal and they’ll outnumber us.
Yes. He was four years older than me. Though I’ve long since passed how old he got to be.
I wasn’t worried. Well, not about that. About them teaming up, perhaps. Another animal and they’ll outnumber us.
I will at least say you look good in it.
Yes. He did. Thankfully, I’m very good at revenge. One might even say I have a talent for it.
I wouldn’t put it past the cat and dog to swipe any trained crow to their side.
Yes. He did. Thankfully, I’m very good at revenge. One might even say I have a talent for it.
I wouldn’t put it past the cat and dog to swipe any trained crow to their side.
I think it proudly displays that you’re a dork.
In a sense. I don’t want to talk about it further. It was handled.
She is a clever girl. Too advanced to learn tricks other animals do.
In a sense. I don’t want to talk about it further. It was handled.
She is a clever girl. Too advanced to learn tricks other animals do.
If one was a dork they might say that.
Yeah. Well. I know you won’t tell anybody.
The only time I’ve ever drooled is when I’ve passed out sometimes.
Yeah. Well. I know you won’t tell anybody.
The only time I’ve ever drooled is when I’ve passed out sometimes.
I'm saying you said it and extrapolating from there.
I may not answer, but you can ask.
Who's to say I can only have one dream at a time?
I may not answer, but you can ask.
Who's to say I can only have one dream at a time?
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