Stickdom
I’m a fixer. I fix broken things. It’s what I do.
The Day After...
Bell rings. Chairs creak. Chatter starts. Class dismisses.
You're left on your own again as the majority of the students disperse into the halls. Many of them are headed out to lunch since it is only just after noon, but your fulfillment of your duties is complete, leaving you free to return to your home for the evening if you wished it. The tidy collections of papers and canisters on your workshop desk are all that remains to be cleaned up of the class you had just finished, as well as the presence of Linsay fluttering around the back of the now-otherwise-empty chemistry lab. You know she's only waiting for you to start to leave so she can tag along behind you, peppering you with invasive questions until she's blue in the face. You aren't in the mood today, especially after the cryptic and disappointing evening at that fortune teller's shop last night. What were you thinking? That there would actually be answers? A way to talk to Amalia? All you got out of it was a headache from the smoke and that flimsy little playing card with a mini painting on it. It was detailed and kind of intriguing, but nothing more than a parlor trick to get you to spend your money.
You had to have been imagining it was warm in your hand when you touched it, right?
Bell rings. Chairs creak. Chatter starts. Class dismisses.
You're left on your own again as the majority of the students disperse into the halls. Many of them are headed out to lunch since it is only just after noon, but your fulfillment of your duties is complete, leaving you free to return to your home for the evening if you wished it. The tidy collections of papers and canisters on your workshop desk are all that remains to be cleaned up of the class you had just finished, as well as the presence of Linsay fluttering around the back of the now-otherwise-empty chemistry lab. You know she's only waiting for you to start to leave so she can tag along behind you, peppering you with invasive questions until she's blue in the face. You aren't in the mood today, especially after the cryptic and disappointing evening at that fortune teller's shop last night. What were you thinking? That there would actually be answers? A way to talk to Amalia? All you got out of it was a headache from the smoke and that flimsy little playing card with a mini painting on it. It was detailed and kind of intriguing, but nothing more than a parlor trick to get you to spend your money.
You had to have been imagining it was warm in your hand when you touched it, right?
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