There’s always summer somewhere in the world I guess
Every now and again, Noelle breaks things.
Not as in she accidentally snaps a pencil or messes up when fixing a grapple, though that does happen, when Noelle breaks things on purpose it’s… a lot.
[awkward whumpee vibes]
Always checking to see if they did something wrong.
Whumpee is talking but they trail off as they realize everyone is staring at them. "What... What was it this time? The part about the crushing?"
Whumpee getting so terrified of losing this new-found safety that they start creeping around on eggshells trying to be invisible. It's too good to be true and they just want the illusion to stay for as long as possible.
"You can pretend to be my friends, lie to me, torture me, but I will never tell you what you want to know." "Whumpee, I just want to know if pepperoni sounds good." *Long pause* "...Is that like a meat thing or...."
"oh, fuck, i'm sorry, I got blood on your rug, shit shit shi--" "WHUMPEE YOU NEED STITCHES!" "Yeah but I can heal and the rug--" "forget about the damn rug!"
If someone raises their voice, whumpee flinches and responds with a "yes sir" before they can think a out it.
Protesting too much. "I don't take orders from you."
"I'm not just an asset!" "I'm not saying you are, whumpee--" "then put this back, I don't need nice clothes to have the same rights as you!"
"whumpee, you can stop looking out the window every five seconds. We're in a safe zone." "Yeah, for now," whumpee glances out again.
Patting people's backs to see if they're wearing a wire, disguising it really well as just sincere friendliness and warmth
And then losing all that when they sit down and take out their gun and just set it on the dinner table. "....What?" Whumpee frowns in confusion. "Can I not clean my gun? Do I not get to have my own weapon?"
"whumpee, can you not spray wd-40 right next to my plate. I'm eating here." "Come on, it's not even that poisonous. besides, this gun isn't gonna clean itself."
"Can you not have dinner like a normal person?!" "Already finished."
*whumpee points out a tactical advantage* "Calm down whumpee, it's just snakes and ladders." Whumpee stares at the board, feeling their sense of usefulness drain away.
Going over the times they were completely badass until it gets annoying.
When they realize they're only good at killing. And they almost want to go back to it, because at least then they had a purpose.
Dear followers, today I offer you: this bullshit
Tomorrow: who knows
¹⁾ cigarette smoke
²⁾ cheap, dollar-store cologne
³⁾ pavement slabs after rain
⁴⁾ burning popcorn
⁵⁾ pungent gasoline
⁶⁾ heady amber incense
⁷⁾ salty sea air
⁸⁾ freshly turned earth
⁹⁾ sharp lemon zest
¹⁰⁾ floral laundry detergent
¹¹⁾ acrid black smoke
¹²⁾ stale sweat
¹³⁾ sweet coconut body wash
¹⁴⁾ rich coffee beans
¹⁵⁾ sautéing garlic
¹⁶⁾ iron-tinged blood
¹⁷⁾ sharp acetone
¹⁸⁾ crisp mint toothpaste
¹⁹⁾ synthetic cleaning supplies
²⁰⁾ cheap hotel hand soap
²¹⁾ pristine paperbacks
²²⁾ expensive, luscious perfume
²³⁾ cheap, waxy candles
²⁴⁾ grass cuttings
²⁵⁾ dense smoke