"You're going to ruin all the other four-month-olds self esteem!" She giggled and shook her head.
She notices his frown and tries to keep a smile on her face so he doesn't feel too bad about it all. "It's good you had that one person then! We all had each other, all twelve of us, but I don't always know if that was good or bad. It just was." Being without them though, that's difficult. No that she's open to admitting that to him, or anyone, but it's becoming more more difficult to be without them all. There's usually constant chatter in her head about really ridiculous things and now there's just silent. It's strange.
The question he asks causes her smile to waiver though and a shadow of regret to take over her expression like a sudden storm. She turns around and lifts her jacket up so that it covers her shoulders and actually shows the words written on the back of it. The design is simple, a pair of steampunk powered wings with the word FreakAngels written across.
"That's what they called us. Freaks. Or Angels of destruction. We adopted both." Maybe for reclamation or maybe it was just in defiance. It could have been either or both, they were kids when they decided on it. Defiant kids.
"We were always treated different. For a while we were angry about it." Are they still angry about it? Sometimes. but for a lot of different reasons now. "Yes, I think it's the first time people haven't reacted too bad to me." She's still gotten a few weird looks here and there, but that's probably the bald head and doll heads on her jacket. "But nobody seems really afraid. Or uneasy with me. People are usually very uneasy with me."
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She notices his frown and tries to keep a smile on her face so he doesn't feel too bad about it all. "It's good you had that one person then! We all had each other, all twelve of us, but I don't always know if that was good or bad. It just was." Being without them though, that's difficult. No that she's open to admitting that to him, or anyone, but it's becoming more more difficult to be without them all. There's usually constant chatter in her head about really ridiculous things and now there's just silent. It's strange.
The question he asks causes her smile to waiver though and a shadow of regret to take over her expression like a sudden storm. She turns around and lifts her jacket up so that it covers her shoulders and actually shows the words written on the back of it. The design is simple, a pair of steampunk powered wings with the word FreakAngels written across.
"That's what they called us. Freaks. Or Angels of destruction. We adopted both." Maybe for reclamation or maybe it was just in defiance. It could have been either or both, they were kids when they decided on it. Defiant kids.
"We were always treated different. For a while we were angry about it." Are they still angry about it? Sometimes. but for a lot of different reasons now. "Yes, I think it's the first time people haven't reacted too bad to me." She's still gotten a few weird looks here and there, but that's probably the bald head and doll heads on her jacket. "But nobody seems really afraid. Or uneasy with me. People are usually very uneasy with me."