Ello lolll, this chapter took a while to write. Also like i'm starting to regret writing 4k per chapter, it is taking a toll. Might cut back a bit for each new chapter. I also apologize if the grammar is off to some degree, there was a lot of dialogue and fill in scenes that was difficult for me to do. Also because I've been getting into fights over family a lot these days because of the quarantine life still sort of being in effect.
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-Wednesday December 15th, 2038 — 7:30pm
Connor was currently watching Alina re-cook some pre-packaged thick white udon noodles in their kitchen. He had wanted to help cook dinner, but Alina quickly dismissed him saying that he should rest for the day. When he questioned if it was because of his cooking skills, she simply smirked and playfully hinted that she felt that they already had enough cooking lessons for the day.
So Connor ended up just sitting in the kitchen, watching Alina rush back and forth. One moment she's at the stove, then she's zapped over to the cabinets for some seasoning all while occasionally glancing at the pot of udon noodles. If Connor had to make an analogy, he would compare her to a busy bee jumping from flower to flower. Well, in this case it would be from one corner of the kitchen to another.
He also found it interesting how she would cut out stars from the carrots, hearts from the white fish cakes, and then mince the leftover residue from the shape making. It made him squirm in his seat to have to watch from the sidelines, and soon he found himself right behind her to overlook her cooking.
When Alina finally went to grab seasoning to her left, it seemed that's when she finally noticed his presence. She jolted up, eyes wide and dangerously almost dropped the kitchen knife from her hand. Connor quickly made a grab for her right arm and gripped the kitchen utensil handle before it fully loosened from her hold.
Holding a hand over her chest, Alina breathed out, "Oh my god. How long were you there for?" With her left hand, she wiped her forehead, shock still written on her face, "I really needa get used to having someone else next to me."
She let out a sigh, placed the knife on a cutting board and jokingly said, "Is this some kind of stealth program I don't know about?"
She then took a pair of chopsticks and started stirring the thick white noodles boiling over in the pot, "Cause if it is, MAN are you good at it."
"It is one of my programs, but I'm not actively using it right now. That would be an inefficient way of depleting some of my thirium reserves," Connor replied and crossed his arms. "If anything, I think you should be more aware of your surroundings. If you're like this outside the house, you could be easily taken down by a surprise attacker."
Alina threw her head back at Connor and gave him a dubious look, "That's not going to happen, it's not like I'm anyone important. Besides, I'm only absentminded occasionally."
She stirred in some store bought soup base, carrot stars, heart shaped fish cakes and some asparagus to the mix. Then she started boiling another pot of water with two eggs. Once the hard boiled eggs were done, she cut out some bunny ears and added three sesame seeds for eyes and a mouth to make a cute egg rabbit. One ear ended up a bit disproportionately bigger than the other but it was kinda cute still in Connor's viewpoint.
The end result of the dinner course was thick white udon seeped in a light brown chicken broth. It was decorated with fun shaped carrots, fish cakes, a chubby egg rabbit and an asparagus floral arrangement. Alina had cut the asparagus ends to look like wheat stalks and others were swirled into circle spirals.
For Connor, it amazed him on how Alina made food into an art, while taking in its nutritional uses. He vaguely recalled one time while scrolling through the internet, that food decorating wasn't always just for fun, it tended to raise the appetite of consumers. Businesses would utilize this appeal to raise the prices of their food. It would take some extra time to prep the item, but it allowed some more profit as it heightened consumer expectations and they would give better quality reviews.
Perhaps that is also what's making Hank eat more nutritional food here? Though at the start of dinner, Hank looked stunned at the food bowl layout and muttered something along the lines of 'this shit looks too cute to eat.' Alina didn't say anything in response to the comment, but it seemed to have made her happy though. Even with her hand that attempted to cover her mouth, Connor could see Alina's smile beaming through the cracks in between her fingers.
After dinner, Alina got right to work on bleaching the bathroom. Connor watched her as she put on a rather funny get up that reminded him of the suit Hank wore for the Serendipity incident. She had put on a set of goggles, a face mask, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, Hank's shrunken grey jacket and a pair of baggy sweatpants. To be honest, she kinda looked like a determined scientist ready to tackle the next set of chemicals she had to work with.
Connor vaguely recalled off the top of his head, Alina getting these supplies yesterday at the grocery store. When he asked her why she was buying cleaning supplies for dinner, she winked at him and said that it was her second surprise, so he just went along with it. It appeared that she had been prepping even before getting Hank's permission.
Apparently during her nightly talk with Hank yesterday, that was when she got permission to clean and bleach the bathroom. Connor felt a bit perplexed that once again he was left out of their conversation. He felt like he was missing out on information. The first night it was about Alina's father, the second night it was the fact that Alina allegedly wanted to clean their house for them. This time, he was resolute to stay awake till 2am or 3am to be part of their talks.
For now, Connor was watching Alina as he leaned against the doorway frame. He had wanted to help too since he felt awkward having a guest be the one to clean the bathroom. However, Alina insisted on doing the task on her own, saying that it was the least she could do for letting her stay at their house.
She had set aside a bucket of water and appeared to have eyeballed a certain amount of bleach to pour in. Then she took down both the shower and window curtain and sunk them into the solution. Next, she pulled out a smaller, shallower bucket pan from underneath the sink and filled it part way with water. She measured out half a cup of bleach and poured it in as well. Subsequently, she dripped in vinegar and sprinkled some baking soda for a second solution.
Pulling up the long sleeves and rolling up, Alina scrubbed vigorously at the shower tiles with the vinegar solution starting at one corner and not missing a spot on the green titles. After what seemed like ages, which according to Connor's internal clock was only five minutes, Connor finally decided to don some cleaning attire himself and joined in the fray. He didn't need to have a face mask though since technically he didn't have to breathe, but still put on some gloves to protect his hands.
Connor decided also to take a read of the solutions to see how suitable it was for cleaning. He dipped a part of his gloved hand into the cleaning solution and tasted it with his mouth.
[Processing Data. . .]
[Bleach(13.6%),Vinegar(3.5%), Baking Soda(2.3%) and Water(80.6%) Solution]
"You should add some extra water. Bleach to water ratios tend to be at 1:30, meaning 3.33%. Having too much bleach in the solution could be bad for your health as the chemical fumes can harm you," Connor said as he reached for a brush with his left gloved hand. "I suggest adding . . ."
Connor was about to continue with his recommendation, but Alina was staring at him with a stunned look. Her eyes were fixated on his right gloved hand, still part way of being taken out of his mouth.
"Ahh," he reacted back. That's right, I didn't tell her I could analyze crime scenes like this. "I should have warned you prior that I can do lab tests in real time. Hank is uncomfortable with it, so I have him look away when I do it in crime scenes."
"Oh no, it's good," she quickly said with her hands up. Then, she rubbed her cheek with her shoulder in what looked like an attempt to scratch an itch. "Just slightly weird seeing it in real life. I can see why Hank… uh… sees the experience as rather unique?"
She pushed up her goggles and rested on the bathtub edge, "It also took me a bit to remember that you could do that."
Connor raised an eyebrow to her comment, "What do you mean?" As far as he knew, she was usually on the tablet and kept to herself at the station. He didn't recall Hank or himself mentioning this ability before.
She suddenly stiffened a bit and her eyes quickly glanced to the side, "Um, your co-worker mentioned it." She then began twiddling her thumbs a bit as Connor waited for a longer explanation.
"Yo-Your, um, one of the officers," Alina gulped as she continued answering. "They mentioned it to me once. I don't remember who though."
Yup, I'm 80% sure that's a lie. From what he analyzed so far, whenever she wanted to hide something about her past, she had a tendency to break eye contact with them and squirm under their gaze. Connor mentally filed away this moment into Alina's folder within his database, he could always use that for reference later.
Presumably to change the topic, Alina pulled her eyes away from Connor's gaze and quickly went to dip her brush back into the bleach solution for a second time. Connor swiftly grabbed her arm before it touched into the bucket, and in the process startled her.
Connor hastily explained himself as he released his grip, "You need to add 12.324 more cups of water or 98.592 fluid ounces to reach the correct bleach to water ratio. Using the bucket width and original water height level, from my calculations, you already have 3.676 cups of water."
Connor watched as Alina slowly retracted her arm back, but she wasn't as alarmed anymore. Her body seemed to have loosened up as he chose to pour in those 12 extra cups of water, instead of talking about the preceding conversation.
After he confirmed the solution with a second taste test, he took both of their brushes and immersed them into the bucket and handed Alina's back to her. She seemed a bit taken back by his gesture, but still took the brush and stumbled on her way back into the bathtub.
Alina took care of the left side of the shower tiles, while Connor cleaned the right side. They also took the time to scrub the bathroom titles by the mirror. For the dusty green paint regions, Alina had them switch over to a regular soap, baking soda and vinegar solution in fear of the bleach ruining the paint.
The two mostly did small talk while cleaning around. They exchanged opinions on music, with Alina explaining her love of J-pop and K-pop songs. Connor spoke about how he was still exploring and experimenting with different types of music. He was open to all of them, but he expressed that he seemed to prefer Classical music and Techno music the most.
They exchanged stories on how they found their music tastes. Alina described her love of anime songs hence why she listened to J-Pop, while her love of K-Pop came from the boy band BTS. She ended up on a mini-raving session about how each band member's personality shined through their voices.
Connor discussed how as a machine he initially interpreted music as just musical notes being translated from audio form. His systems would automatically analyze the music to describe its origins, songwriter, release date, genre. Then it would list out the music notes being played. Now it was different, he would shun away the stats and just close his eyes to the tune. Usually he's listening to Jazz or Rock in the car , since those are Hank's favorites.
Connor softly chuckled as he recalled the memory of when he first came to Hank's house.
"Hm?" Alina turned her head curiously at Connor's sudden chuckle. "What's so funny?"
"I'm recalling when I first found out that Hank liked Jazz. It was because I broke into his house."
Alina stared at him for a bit with wide eyes, "What?"
Connor continued laughing as he replayed the memory file, "I thought something bad happened to him , since I saw Hank laying on the kitchen floor unresponsive. I ended up smashing through his window to get to him, turns out he was just drunk."
"And then?" Alina eagerly pressed on with a grin on her face.
"I slapped him actually," Connor sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as Alina burst into a fit of laughter. While reeling in her fit of laughter, Alina almost ended up covering her mouth with her rubber gloved hands. She seemed to have realized at the last minute that they had bleach solution on them, so she resorted to smacking the worn out sweatpants as an outlet instead.
"I can't believe you slapped him!" She continued giggling, having to put down the brush because she was shaking from laughter too much. "How does this correlate with Jazz again?"
"I explored his house after helping him sober up and found a lot of Jazz Vinyl Records," Connor answered nonchalantly.
She nodded at him while smirking, "So you just casually walked around as if nothing happened after smacking Hank?" She shook her head some more with disbelief on her face. "That is just way too funny."
They continued exchanging amusing stories till they finished cleaning up everything. By the time they were done, the bathroom looked amazingly new and had a new shine to it. The shower titles appeared glossy enough as though it was recently polished. The once burnt out green paint also seemed more lustrous than the original state when Connor first arrived at Hank's place a month ago.
They both beamed at their work and shared a high-five to celebrate their achievement. Of course 5 seconds later, Alina rushed out of the bathroom, ripping her mask off and took a deep breath cheering 'Yes, finally fresh air!' Connor thought it was a peculiar statement because the bathroom window was open the entire time of their cleaning session. He supposed it was probably because he closed off his olfactory sensors prior to cleaning that the pungent bleach smell was actually much more oppressive than he predicted.
As a machine he didn't really care for smells, he simply registered what was in the air and it got listed in his peripheral vision. As a deviant, things were different though, all five of his senses were heightened. Certain sounds, smells or touch would leave different memorable impressions, such as the softness of Sumo's fur fluttering in between his fingertips. That's right, we need to walk Sumo.
[Connecting with Wifi System 'Fuckoff' . . .]
['Search Detroit, MI Hourly Weather']
[Siri-"There is an 89% chance of light rain for the next couple of hours from 10PM onward to 2AM"]
Connor quickly went into his room. He changed into a pair of light brown cargo parts, pulled on a navy blue hoodie and topped everything off with a waterproof black jacket. When he came out of his room, he saw that Alina had changed too; however, she was dressed in one of Hank's old DPD sweaters that looked like a pajama dress on her. When she saw that Connor was in outside gear, she initially gave a blank stare, but then furrowed her brows in confusion.
"I'm taking Sumo for a walk," Connor picked up one of the leashes sitting on Hank's bookshelf. "Want to join me?"
Alina rapidly shook her head up and down, before racing away to presumably change into a new set of clothes.
"It's going to rain, so dress warmly!" He shouted as Alina rushed into the spare 'storage room' with Tina's set of clothes just taken out of the dryer. In the meantime, apparently Hank had approached the bathroom before he could warn the older man about the smell.
"Hank!" Connor called out as he ran over to the bathroom, only for Hank to reach there first and the two were run over by a cloud of bleach fumes. At first, Hank staggered back from the sudden wave of bleach gas, but rapidly recovered and stood mouth agape at the newly done bathroom.
"You guys did all of this in one hour?" Hank said, his voice soft and halting in bewilderment as he surveyed the interior.
Hank pulled open the folded translucent shower curtain, which unlike before, no longer held the cloudy grey discolouration. The same was for the window curtain, the tiny black cross marks could be properly seen against its white backdrop.
Hank turned around, smiling from ear to ear and gave Connor a pat on the back, "I'm proud of you two. You continue to amaze me every single time."
Hank peeked behind Connor, "Now where's the other rascal?"
"Right here!" Alina cried out to them. Her head popped in from the side of the bathroom doorway, grinning while pulling down the rest of a light blue hoodie sweater over her T-shirt.
Hank chuckled at the sight and helped pull down the sides of the hoodie. He then fondly ruffled Alina's semi-curly hair, which was already in a bit of an unruly mess.
"I'm proud of you, kid. I was a bit skeptical at first, but I guess I shouldn't have doubted you."
Alina playfully sulked, crossing her arms, "I told you I could do it."
Hank smiled back and gently patted Alina's head again, "Now get a move on, Sumo's getting all angsty."
Alina beamed at Hank's affectionate pat and happily hopped away to the living room while the other two followed closely behind.
Connor coaxed Sumo to the doorway and the St. Bernard instantly knew they were going for a walk. Connor picked up a big black umbrella, large enough for two people, and handed it over to Alina. Then he dug out a spare plastic poncho raincoat from one of Hank's bookshelves, instructed Alina to lift her arms and fitted it over her.
Alina scrunched her face and peeped over to the window, "Is it going to be bad?"
"Only light rain, but the plastic film from the raincoat will do a better job of protecting you than just the umbrella alone," Connor latched the leash onto Sumo and put on his pair of heavy duty leather rain boots. After that, the two set off to walk Sumo while the overcast clouds started to build up in the night sky.
-Wednesday December 15th, 2038 —9:45pm—Riverside Park
Connor thought it was strange, how he found solace in the very location where Hank almost shot him. Somehow, on occasion during Sumo's walks, he ended up in Riverside Park just by the Ambassador Bridge and today was one of those days. Of course, during one of his walks with Hank, the older man apologized about his behavior, which made the location feel slightly more amiable to Connor.
Connor had just released Sumo from his leash, and the older dog was relishing his freedom by inspecting all the nearby weeds hidden within the park. Now it was just Alina and Connor sitting on one of the park benches by the playground.
Connor took a look at the sky, which was looking more ominous than when they left the house, and decided to pull Alina's hoodie on top of her head in case it started raining. She gave him a puzzled look at the sudden gesture, but when he pointed to the sky she nodded in understanding.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Connor asked politely.
Aina looked at him stunned, blinking a couple of times, before she broke out giggling.
"Of course, what's up Connor?" Alina said, pulling up one of her knees to her chest.
Connor quickly looked up to the sky, a bit confused at her question until he realized it was one of the rhetorical questions Chris had told him before. 'What's up' was simply a way of casually greeting someone else or asking someone what was worrying them.
"Do you-" Connor paused, silently wondering if he should rephrase his sentence. "Do you miss your parents?"
Alina instantly looked to the ground at the mention of her parents, just like all the other times Connor brought up her past. However, this time it was different, she wasn't squirming and deliberately avoiding eye contact like her previous mixed lies. This time, there was a mix of emotional expressions like uncertainty, pain, sadness and finally 'resolve'.
"I, I don't really," Alina said, pulling up her other knee to her chest and hugged her arms around them. "I guess that makes me a bad person, right?"
"I don't think so," Connor replied back. He studied how she curled into a fetal position, clutching her knees even closer than before. He noted that this was similar to how she acted back to the first night. He hoped by asking this question, he didn't destroy any progress they made so far in their friendship.
Despite refuting that she missed her parents, her body language seemed to state otherwise. Was something else entangled in her past that was causing her to act like this? She seemed mature for her age, but it was times like this that she seemed to regress back a bit.
"I can't help it," Alina leaned her back against the bench with a grim and glossy expression. "They were never around. The only person that I knew I could depend on was myself."
Alina paused and stared directly at Connor, "I don't blame them though, exactly. Well, for my mother at least." She took in a deep breath as her expression hardened.
"I think Hank already told you that my father was a gambler, so I made him divorce my mother."
Connor nodded back, "It was in the newly updated report. He was physically abusing her and you happened to see when he fought her for their diamond engagement ring. That's why your father wasn't around. The same for your mother, as a result of the divorce, she became the sole household income provider."
"It wasn't just that," Alina looked up into the night sky with a dazed expression. "Mum was obsessed. She was obsessed with bringing dad to his senses. Because she was a social worker, whose job was to fix families. But she couldn't fix her own."
As Connor watched as Alina's eyes drifted across the sky, he found her arms falling to the side, causing her to loosen her hold on her knees. The knees once tightly knitted to her chest, were now just barely propped up on the bench and her feet were halfway dangling off the side.
"She wouldn't come home as often," Alina's voice straining and a bit hoarse. "I don't know if it was because she didn't want to be reminded that she couldn't bring dad home properly. Or because of the dozens of social work sessions she attended about gambling and addiction."
Alina rested her arms on propped up knees. She crossed them to form a platform for her head to lay on, before speaking up again.
"Of course, she also took extra hours of work to pay the mortgage and car loans. So I understand that," Alina repositioned her head within her tangle of arms. "I just couldn't understand why she didn't let go of dad. Why she kept clinging onto the hope that he'll come back better. Why couldn't she let go of him?"
Alina's grip on the plastic raincoat tightened, "He was a bad person. That was that. There's no point in trying to make him change, when she tried so many times already. And. Every. Single. Time. She. Failed."
Connor didn't say anything back, he wasn't sure what to say. Human relationships sounded so complicated and it was concerning how the normally cheerful Alina broke into a fragile child distraught over her family. What else was she hiding behind that bubbly facade?
"Every time she thought he changed," Alina choked on. "He came back into our home and acted all sweet, like the dad I knew when I was 8. We would play board games and share hot chocolate." She buried her head into her arms, but luckily Connor could still hear her words properly.
"But money and jewels would go missing a couple of days later," Alina said, grinding her teeth. "And just like that, he would vanish too. She should have just cut him off."
Connor wasn't sure how to react or offer a semblance of a solution. Should he give her a hug? She seemed to like those. But somehow the timing didn't feel right either. His mind whirred into potential ways Hank, Markus, Simon or Josh would comfort a person. He finally decided maybe to try Markus or Simon's gentle approach when Aina abruptly cut off his train of thought.
"I'm sorry," Alina said, as she suddenly straightened her posture. The many signs of weakness she previously showed before vanished as a blank expression took over. Her eyes no longer showed the fatigue and weariness of dealing with years of hardship. To some extent, Connor thought it was a bit eerie how she was able to instantaneously change her personality. Her blank expression reminded him of the days he was a machine, and didn't try to let any emotion get to him.
"What do you mean?" Connor replied back. Alina didn't do anything wrong, nor did she harm him in any way. Why was she apologizing?
"This is my problem, my family situation, my burdens to carry," Alina momentarily paused. "I shouldn't burden others with this information. It just sorta all spilled out."
"I don't mind. I don't think you're burdening me," Connor took out his quarter out of his pocket and played around with it as he tried to think of other ways of consoling her.
Alina gave him a wary look, "Everyone says that, but I know that everyone has their own set of problems they hide away. They already have enough on their plate that they're trying to resolve."
Alina sighed and let her legs fall to the ground, swinging them around, "But when I happen to accidentally slip something about my parents, they all wanna help. I don't want to make their lives any more difficult than it already is."
"While that may be true, I think sharing burdens is a part of friendship and camaraderie," Connor said back. Connor thought back to when he consulted Hank about not wanting to go back to Jericho because of all the guilt he had as a Deviant Hunter.
Connor continued talking as Alina silently watched him, "When I told Hank about my dilemma about not wanting to reside in Jericho, he gave me lots of advice. But most importantly he said that he appreciated the fact that I trusted him enough to consult him." Connor took a moment to see if the words were weighing into Alina and her attentiveness seemed to confirm that.
"I think your friends would have been that way too," Connor added.
Alina looked to her hands, fidgeting with them some more, "I did trust them, they were my escape from reality. The reality I wanted to run away from."
Connor noted that there was a sort of heaviness in the air after that, it wasn't from the rising humidity because of oncoming rainstorm-it was something else. The good thing was that Alina gave him a small smile afterwards and the heaviness seemed to dissipate after that.
"Thank you though," Alina softly whispered into the air. "For listening to my thoughts." There was another couple seconds of silence as they took in the scenery.
"Hank taught you well," She followed up as her smile glistened in the lamplight. "He must be very proud of you."
"I mean, it wasn't always like that," Connor rubbed his hands together. "I mean he almost shot and killed me here in this very spot."
"What?!" Alina shrieked, jumping out of her seat. She quickly took a few steps forward, examining the area by the railing. She then paused, looked back at Connor while putting her hands up in L shapes as if framing a picture of him on the bench. She tilted her head a couple of times as she studied the surrounding area with her finger L-shaped lens and nodded to herself a bit. He found it odd, but didn't question it.
"Why would you want to come back here then?" She questioned.
"Hank already apologized so I don't hold too many negative emotions against Riverside Park," Connor answered. "Besides, now this place is more of a pitstop for us right now when we want to escape from the city turmoil."
Connor stood up and walked up next to where Alina was standing by the railing.
"Every now and then, Hank would still apologize about his behavior, saying how unacceptable it was. And every time I would tell him that I already forgiven him," Connor closed his eyes as he recalled those past occurrences. "Hank would then go on a rant about how imperfect he was and how he wanted to be a better person for me."
Connor rolled the coin around his knuckles a bit more, "It's true that he's still imperfect. He still drinks, but we managed to reduce his weekly alcohol intake so far so I have hope."
Alina hummed back in agreement as she leaned her arms against the railing. She was silent for a couple of moments and then spoke up, "Have you ever thought about watering down the beer he drinks?"
Connor looked back at her curiously, stroking his chin, "How so?"
"Pour out some of the beer he drinks, and replace it with water," Alina replied, hunching her shoulders down. "Don't make it a dramatic shift though, like suddenly shifting from originally 100% beer to only 50% beer within a beer bottle. I say for the first time you try it out, make his beer bottles contain about 4% water and 96% beer. Then for the next week, slowly increase the percentage of water, so that it's 8% water and 92% beer. Then so on and so forth."
"It's not a bad idea, you may be getting onto something," Connor said. "Though knowing Hank, he'll probably notice right away the taste difference. I'll discuss it with him in the upcoming future."
As if almost on cue, telling them that it was late into the night, raindrops suddenly fell upon them and steadily increased their speed and rhythm. Connor quickly opened the black umbrella and yelled out Sumo's name as he scanned the area for the older dog. Alina joined him in calling out to the St. Bernard and soon they both heard Sumo happily barking as the dog bounded over to them.
"Good boy," Connor said, ruffling Sumo's wet fur as he put on the leash.
They were about to leave the park vicinity when Connor unexpectedly felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked back to see Alina staring off to the ground and attempting to hide the dark expression on her face while facing downwards.
"Thanks," She murmured. "For everything. Like the advice and all."
Alina looked up at Connor with a pasted bright smile, "I'm going to miss doing this next week." She pinched the bottom of her plastic hoodie together as if to better position it on her hair. Then she took the umbrella handle and leash from Connor's hands, before coaxing Sumo to follow along her strides.
For a moment, Connor stood dumbfounded by her remark, but he was able to swiftly recover enough in time to follow her pace.
"I'm going to miss doing this next time."
That sentence echoed in his mind as they kept walking. For that moment, even though he saw that pasted smile facade, he felt like he peeked into her other hidden persona-the vulnerable child.
Author Notes:
Ahhh Alina our girl, u slipping up every now and then about your prior knowledge.
I had her like BTS because it's a favorite boy band of two of my kinds, who r extremely into k-pop, so in honor of them 3
Ahhh, yes, Wifi Name being 'Fuckoff' XD don't u just love Hank
Also i just accepted the fact tht in the past few days somehow connor took sumo on walks bc i sorta realized tht i left out tht detail, and sorta plot hole XD bc i was too focused on relationship building.
And, ahhh our dear Alina, facing a toxic family relationship as a kid. Sometimes they are just too much, that you need to be able to cut them off. And ba dam dammmm, some more character development for our dear girl. Oof, maybe too much exposition. Soooooo, *drum roll*, any thoughts on how Alina sorta unhealthily handles her emotional problems?
And Q&A relating to our dear chapter, that might be a bit too deep, but what do you guys usually do to make yourself feel better when you guys feel sad? Do you guys stress eat by any chance? I end up stress eating a lot XD, and also ordering a lot of Oreos. This week I ordered lots of ice cream as well.
For the Q&A question that isn't tooooo deep, how's the weather on your guys end right now? For me, it's summer but we still get like a lot of rain and thunderstorms. Do you guys prefer sunny, cloudy, rainy, or snowy?
Or just leave a heart, an emoji, or the word 'kudos' if commenting is weird :D