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reserpentance) wrote2022-03-23 09:32 am
reserpentance) wrote2022-03-23 09:32 am
Open Post
"I need you to understand," says Pit Viper. She undocks the laptop screen from its keyboard and passes it over.
"I need just one other human being to understand that I am on my best fucking behavior right now."
On the screen is a cartoon drawing of a squirrel. The squirrel is smoking a blunt. It's wearing rainbow shutter shades. On its head is a hat referencing a meme that is, bare minimum, four years old. The whole thing is honestly hideous.
"This fucker," says Pit, stabbing a finger onto the touch screen with such emphasis it scrolls a bit, "is worth three hundred thousand dollars and I did not stutter."
She looks her audience in the eyes, her intensity of feeling about this somehow overcoming that her eyes are so goddamn weird these days.
"I could take this thing in about five minutes. Four if I go for the speedrun. And that I am not doing that right now is some fucking saintly behavior on my part and somebody has got to appreciate it."
"I need just one other human being to understand that I am on my best fucking behavior right now."
On the screen is a cartoon drawing of a squirrel. The squirrel is smoking a blunt. It's wearing rainbow shutter shades. On its head is a hat referencing a meme that is, bare minimum, four years old. The whole thing is honestly hideous.
"This fucker," says Pit, stabbing a finger onto the touch screen with such emphasis it scrolls a bit, "is worth three hundred thousand dollars and I did not stutter."
She looks her audience in the eyes, her intensity of feeling about this somehow overcoming that her eyes are so goddamn weird these days.
"I could take this thing in about five minutes. Four if I go for the speedrun. And that I am not doing that right now is some fucking saintly behavior on my part and somebody has got to appreciate it."
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"You ever have days where you really do not want to save the world?"
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"Also like, I'm seventeen. I should be worrying about like, I don't know, sneaking out to go to concerts and not do my math homework or whatever, right? I feel like my birthright as an American teenager got forfeited someplace and I only know about it because the sitcoms keep me informed."
She is all joke in tone, but this is maybe just a little bit real.