Got the dreamer's disease
Swiftly, Fern straightens up into a more prim and proper poise, her gaze sliding from one seaweed chewing boy to the other without any semblance of an expression. She schools herself into something as grave as this moment deserves. "Your commitment to science is commendable," she starts, each large word emphasized with extra annunciation and drawn out with unusual emphasis on certain letters. "You brave, brave researchers." Her lower lip quivers, and the edges of her eyes soften with the risk of a tear. Her throat works more to say those words, each one thick with honor. "Damn your bravery!" she wails, fisting her shirt and leaning forward with a forced sob. One tear rolls free, like a diamond wrung out of coal.
Only when the announcing aaaahhhh of an open mouth meets her does she abruptly drop the act, brows climbing as she tilts her gaze for a proper assessment of each mouth between Carlo and Calan . "Mm," she says, nose wrinkling. "Not nearly as good. It kinda just sparked a little bit here and there in your mouth." A fine study, but with undesirable results, sadly.
"What'd it taste like?" Judging by the scrunched face, nothing she wanted to put in her own mouth.
Only when the announcing aaaahhhh of an open mouth meets her does she abruptly drop the act, brows climbing as she tilts her gaze for a proper assessment of each mouth between Carlo and Calan . "Mm," she says, nose wrinkling. "Not nearly as good. It kinda just sparked a little bit here and there in your mouth." A fine study, but with undesirable results, sadly.
"What'd it taste like?" Judging by the scrunched face, nothing she wanted to put in her own mouth.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
