Totally forgot who gave me this idea, but love you anyways!!! A tribute to childhood Fax.
Snigger – (n.) Quieter than the other Signs, but happy nonetheless
The Whitecoats brought a new experiment into Max's cell. She watched him cautiously from her cage, but he was sleeping – or unconscious. He had black hair, and tan skin, and he looked about her age, from what Max could tell. He woke up some time later, but he didn't say anything to her, so she kept quiet. You never knew who could be listening. They continued like this for a couple days, the silence changing from awkward to comfortable, until the Whitecoats finally came to take him for another test. The Erasers roughly hauled him out of his cage, and Max waited anxiously for his return. A while later, (the number of floor tiles was approximately 215) the Erasers threw him back into his cage, the Whitecoat standing in the doorway, nursing his hand and swearing. Max frowned and focused on the Whitecoat's hand…she could just barely make out the imprint of a set of teeth, and a little cut where the pointy tooth had left its mark. As soon as the Erasers left, she started sniggering – and stopped when the boy glanced at her. His eyes were dark, and they reminded her of the gaps between stars. When he smiled at her, ever so slowly, she beamed back.
So…think I should do more childhood ones? In the E-house and all that, or wherever else? And seriously, I am completely IDEALESS. And being idealess makes me sad. And sad authors makes sad fanfics. Such as Omega killing the flock and laughing about it, which I could totally do considering it's a sign of happiness. SO HELP ME. Love!