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In honor of mews1945es'es ending her "Family" series (sorry, can't shut up about it) I give this up. It's wakening, the muse in wakening!!
"So that's it, huh?"
Casey looked up from reading the Alaskan tourist magazine, nodding a bit. "Yea, Zeke. Really. That's like... the seventeenth time you've asked that,"
Zeke sat back, staring into his coffee and frowning. "So we're... we're not hanging out with Pearl right now... or anymore?" he asked. Casey groaned, putting his magazine down.
"I don't KNOW, Zeke. MAYBE she'll drop in, I don't know. But yes, this is it. It's all there is now. This is IT."
"So... yea, this is it,"
"YES, Zeke,"
It went quiet a few moments; Casey took advantage of the silence and picked up the book. Zeke sat, his expression unreadable. HE didn't even know what to feel. Casey suddenly cooed and leaned over. "Hey look, they're having a pancake breakfast this coming Sunday in the town commons--"
"So like..." Zeke said, his voice absent; Casey groaned and waited for the inevitable. "We're not... running from weird government or... um, any weird guys..."
"NO. NO NO NO!! We are NOT!!" Casey nearly yelled, tossing the book onto the floor of the porch.
"What about your whole... gill thing, does that still work?"
"I don't... ZEKE!! Will you drop this already?? It's done! Kaput, no more!! Whatever 'new universe' we're gonna be in will probably involve something ENTIRELY different. I do NOT know. Look... can we just go inside and get ready for bed?? PLEASE??"
"Wait, wait... I just wanna know..."
"WHAT!!??!?!"
"Does this all mean you won't... y'now... 'dress up' ever again?" Zeke asked, looking to Casey with pleading eyes. Casey rolled his own and growled.
"Zeke, I've been wearing girls' clothing since we got here three weeks ago." Casey answered.
"But yea, okay, you're wearing that cute tank top and everything but... but, like... you've said this is 'all over', so I was wondering when that was going to stop..."
"You know what I'M wondering??"
"What?"
Casey gritted his teeth. "I'm wondering if I can KILL people by touching them as WELL as healing them,"
Zeke swallowed.
"So that's it, huh?"
Casey looked up from reading the Alaskan tourist magazine, nodding a bit. "Yea, Zeke. Really. That's like... the seventeenth time you've asked that,"
Zeke sat back, staring into his coffee and frowning. "So we're... we're not hanging out with Pearl right now... or anymore?" he asked. Casey groaned, putting his magazine down.
"I don't KNOW, Zeke. MAYBE she'll drop in, I don't know. But yes, this is it. It's all there is now. This is IT."
"So... yea, this is it,"
"YES, Zeke,"
It went quiet a few moments; Casey took advantage of the silence and picked up the book. Zeke sat, his expression unreadable. HE didn't even know what to feel. Casey suddenly cooed and leaned over. "Hey look, they're having a pancake breakfast this coming Sunday in the town commons--"
"So like..." Zeke said, his voice absent; Casey groaned and waited for the inevitable. "We're not... running from weird government or... um, any weird guys..."
"NO. NO NO NO!! We are NOT!!" Casey nearly yelled, tossing the book onto the floor of the porch.
"What about your whole... gill thing, does that still work?"
"I don't... ZEKE!! Will you drop this already?? It's done! Kaput, no more!! Whatever 'new universe' we're gonna be in will probably involve something ENTIRELY different. I do NOT know. Look... can we just go inside and get ready for bed?? PLEASE??"
"Wait, wait... I just wanna know..."
"WHAT!!??!?!"
"Does this all mean you won't... y'now... 'dress up' ever again?" Zeke asked, looking to Casey with pleading eyes. Casey rolled his own and growled.
"Zeke, I've been wearing girls' clothing since we got here three weeks ago." Casey answered.
"But yea, okay, you're wearing that cute tank top and everything but... but, like... you've said this is 'all over', so I was wondering when that was going to stop..."
"You know what I'M wondering??"
"What?"
Casey gritted his teeth. "I'm wondering if I can KILL people by touching them as WELL as healing them,"
Zeke swallowed.