toothaches: by Zyden@DA (ryslig: watch your step)
Maurice Hutch (OC) ([personal profile] toothaches) wrote in [personal profile] foolishwren 2019-03-29 12:25 am (UTC)

The more papers he picked up, the more slid out from under his arms. He was like some kind of perpetual failure machine. Maurice finally gave up and snatched the one he'd favored originally--the one with his obituary which was little more than a mention of a new headstone--and called it good.

He edged around Heather. Her remark did catch him a little off guard and for a moment in his stupor he thought of the little girl back in the hospital who had played board games with him. He wouldn't have said anything like that to her...or maybe he would have if she'd just shown up and started telling him that his very good double body graveyard theories weren't worth exploring and that he looked like crap.

Wait.

Little girls couldn't own bars.

Little girls weren't supposed to even be in bars.

While Maurice puzzled all this out, he'd just kind of been staring at Heather with one green ear slowly cocking upward. Was she not then? Was he wrong? Was...she a girl? No she was totally a girl. He remembered that. He remembered walking and talking with her a little now. He didn't remember what they had talked about because his head had been so foggy with wrath.

Finally, the man deflated a little, his ear lowering back down. "Oh...this whole time I thought you was like. Twelve. You're so little."

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