A/N: Thank you to all who support me. Especially those with lengthy reviews. It feeds the plot bunnies rainbow colored carrots! Yes, the chap title sounds whack, but it's an actual sentence.
Warning: Contains… lots of crap really… like AlienxBoy mating that results in weirdness… compared to that everything is just peachy.
Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own… But I like to dream sometimes….
Summary:
Remember:
"Speech"
Thoughts/Memories
Time Breaks
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Chapter Five- Culpable Brine Liken Acid
"'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:'" Miz read quietly to himself, "'that word is love.' –Sophocles."
One of the digits of a four fingered lime colored hand traced each letter of the word scribbled darkly and loopy-like on the page of a book he happened to pick up randomly. The boy sighed, feeling his antenna drupe over his head, bobbing in his vision.
It had been a while now. Miz was still hiding in the library every day. He had read pretty much all of the books in the expansive shining chrome compartment. Zag was off and about, learning to bake with the help of the annoyingly retarded robot and floating moose-like thing. Zim and Dib often piloted the ship, speaking to one another in hushed sort of voices…
Things were peaceful… pleasant and "family" oriented.
Except for Miz.
He deposited the book and rubbed at his honey colored orbs. Setting his head down on the table, he let out a puff of air. It fogged up the top, and he absently began doodling little stick figures and faces… they faded away so soon… almost as if they were never there to begin with…
A knock startled him. Miz glanced up in time to see the swooshing door open, revealing Zag tip-toeing in. She gave him a smile and walked over to the table and sat in a chair opposite of him.
"I've made some snacks…" she almost whispered. Miz nodded, sitting up straighter in his egg shaped seat. "They're down in the gulley waiting... so is dad and dona." Miz frowned and Zag had to wince.
"I'm not hungry right now," he answered. Then he took the book again, forcefully opening it enough to make a thud echo in the hollow panels of books.
"It's been half a year now…" Zag mumbled, beginning to stand up from her chair. "You really should give him a try." Her brother quickly sent her an icy stare. Inwardly, the girl flinched. Miz's mood was worsening with each day.
"I'm reading right now, so if you wouldn't mind—"
"Jeez! Be that way Miz! I don't even know why I bother sometimes!" she announced, cutting off his demand before she could fire off her quick-tempered frustration. Just as she turned to go, Miz flipped another page, making her stomp her feet in exasperation.
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
She had barely got to the door when crimson hued lights began blinking. The large ship trembled, its metal creaking and groaning all around them. Instinctively the siblings covered their heads, diving under the desk to wait out the sirens… memories flitting past Miz's very eyes…
Drills in case of emergency… the scary screams enveloping the bloodied lights… People ironically walking to and fro with no hurry… All alone and under the desk…No one but him… no one but him… no one but—
"MIZ!" Zag was shaking his shoulders. Immediately he seemed to snap to his senses, shaking his head and clutching it between his sweating fingers. As he blinked, he realized that the lights weren't flashing, but had lowered considerably. The noise from the sirens had passed, as well as the ships quakes.
"What was that about?" he gulped, trying not to make his voice shake. Zag shook her head, ebony hair curling at the ends now.
"We better go find out," she suggested, standing by pushing off her folding knees. She turned back, offering her hand to her brother. Miz calmly slapped it to the side and deftly picked himself up. Rolling her eyes, Zag walked out into the hallway to find one of those magic red buttons in order to locate her parents.
So taking down a path through the metallic colored corridor, she finally spotted one. Zag pressed it, a hologrammed image popping up with a slight boop. It showed Zim attacking the keyboard, Gir running in the background screaming out the joy of being doomed. Dib was shaking his head typing away and using the touch sensitive screen to inspect certain parts of the ship.
"Dad!" Zag called, knowing that they weren't going to notice the floating image of Zag and Miz in the middle of the room due to their busy state. Dib paused, spinning around to see his daughter waving.
"Are you two alright?!" he asked immediately, dashing up to the screen and visually checking his children for injuries. Zag grinned and nodded. Dib sighed, backing off a little bit from the image. "Where were you?"
"Me and Miz were in the library," she answered casually as she tugged on a lock of her hair. "What happened exactly?" Dib shrugged helplessly, when Zim glanced back, motioning for the human to take a look at what he had found. Then he approached the kids in the hologram.
"It seems we blew one of the main reactor cores…" Zim explained, he then let his glare shift behind them to the chipper robot bouncing about the room. "Something left a stuffed animal in one of the vents!"
"I MADE BACON!!"
Miz felt a groan well up in his chest. Zim felt the same, because at the exact time, both of them cradled their heads in their hands. Zag, watching with one eyebrow lifted, noted the extreme similarities. A few moments of grief passed and Dib soon got back onscreen with a smile.
"I shifted some power between the cores," he said, "We can manage with the two, but we are going to have to find a third source soon." Miz and Zag, not knowing what else to do, just nodded.
"What are the coordinates of the ship?" Zim questioned, mildly tapping a claw on his cheek in thought. Dib quickly read off a bunch of nonsense from the computer the two younger beings couldn't quite comprehend. The Irken clapped his hands together in glee. "Wonderful! We're just a few days of floating away from a shipping port! And the sleaziest one in this sector of the Milky Way!"
"That's a good thing…?" Miz deadpanned. Zim's antenna prickled and he frowned.
"Well, maybe not good…" he restated. Miz felt himself snort. "But no one will ask questions, and no one will much care if we're on the run."
"Speaking of which," Miz began with a sort of snap in his tone, making his sister watch him closely as he seemed to be in a foul mood, "Where are we running to?"
Zim was silent, brooding almost, sharp blood colored eyes drawn. Dib quickly took focus on screen.
"Miz, take your sister down to the kitchen," he ordered. "You haven't eaten all day and it's showing in your attitude." Miz felt that like a punch to the gut. He gave a quick nod of obedience and then pivoted on his heels and started clanking his boots down the dusted hallways. Zag gazed back up at the picture of her father and dona, softly exchanging words in touch only.
Saying a silent apology she pressed the big red button and followed after her brother.
The first things Miz can remember is the harshness of the bright lights… glaring down at him in the whiteness… noises were being made around him… So he cried as loud as he could. "Make them stop!" was what he was was trying to say…
Then suddenly, a cool, damp item was placed over his bulbous eyes. So he closed them. The voices kept talking… he didn't understand really… but they were getting quieter. He made a small squeak and felt warm arms envelope him. He was close to something and very safe… and extremely sleepy now that he was warm and there was a soothing sound around him.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump it went.
Soon, everything gets jumbled and blurred by real fast as he learned new stuff all the time. He knew lots and could soon communicate and understand concepts. He knew all about his sister and his dad and it never occurred to him how odd his environment was. He just grew up with it so it could never really be questioned.
Then he turned one year old. His father explained that he and his sister, oh, her name was Zag by the way, were born on the same day. They were… uh—oh! They were fraternal twins. That's right.
"Happy Birthday!" their dad exclaimed, giving them each a cupcake. They ate it quietly, holding their new things in their hands. Zag had a plush-doll and Miz now owned a really fun video game. He was playing it, sticking out his tongue to concentrate as his sister pranced about, talking to her toy.
They do that though; girls are just weird.
In mid-level of Miz's game, there was a knock on the door and Dib had stood. In had come the person their father had called dad. So there had to be some connection to Zag and Miz, he just didn't have a name for it yet.
"What do you want…?" his father questioned, lifting round glasses, cleaning them.
"Well, we would like to take Miz and Zag with us," the Professor said, no change in voice. Dib froze. Miz stood up and Zag had walked over, the girl burying her face in her dad's loose pants.
"But I dun wanna," she mumbled, "Lulu will get sad." Lulu was Zag's new doll.
"Where we gonna go?" Miz had asked, his game swinging from his hand. Sometimes this man in the white coat took Miz and Zag and they measured them. Like height and weight or their fingers. From time to time they cut Zag's hair for her too. Zag didn't like it, but that must just be because she has hair. The Professor often asked Miz if any hair grew on him. He checked a lot, but no hair grew on his head or anywhere.
He didn't know what that meant, but it gave the man in white a funny look and he always wrote it down.
"I don't think so," Dib stated crossing his arms. The Professor smiled. Miz didn't know why. Whenever his dad said no, the man got angry and stormed away. Just then, the man shot his hand out and clapped it on the back of his father's neck. The raven haired one made an inaudible sound and then the man let go.
"That won't be an answer today," the Professor said and ushered Miz and Zag out of the room quickly. Lulu fell to the floor with the softest of bumps in the hurry and the associates all shuffled out the sliding doors. Miz heard a clatter of something and his antenna perked up.
When he glimpsed under the man in the white coat's hand, his saw his dad on the ground holding the back of his neck woozily as a needle rolled across the ground in front of him. A doctor of the group noticed the boy's gaze and quickly closed the big automatic doors by flicking on a button.
Miz learned something new then.
"He didn't mean anything by it," Dib murmured. He was draping his arms over Zim's shoulders, searching with his bespectacled eyes the planes of the Irken's proud face. Zim spared Dib a smirk and rested their foreheads together.
"If you say so," was all he answered. No one was satisfied with it, but what else could be said?
"Letgoletgoletgoletgoletgo!"
"Strap her down if you have to," the Professor ordered, "That's why I have installed them."
The female child was screaming, bleating out in sheer terror. Miz was frantically running back and forth between the thick slabs of plastic incased boxes, breathing heavily. White coated people kept jogging all over the place, forcing down tiny olive colored legs. The boy was trying his hardest to escape the prison he was thrown into the moment he stepped in the sterile lab.
His little hands were slapping the walls, dull thuds resonating and causing his antenna to shiver with the sounds. The holes drilled in the side of the box allowed for calm, even breathes, but he was quickly filled the small space with more carbon dioxide than it could push out due to his panicking.
All Miz could focus on was the large needle heading straight to his sister's arm.
And he screamed… and then all was black.
Miz sat eating a sandwich, slurping up some milk, his fingers stridently beating the clean counter of the kitchens. He wasn't really noticing it, but from time to time, he thought the digits looked more similar to the Irken who commanded this large ship.
Snorting, he took a bite of the sandwich, ignoring his sister who pranced around, growing excited about stopping at a port for the first time in their life. The hybrid child mentioned nothing of the fact they lived at Last PORT for the first five years of their horrid lives.
Yes. Five years.
They are—in human terms—around five years old. Unfortunately, Earth was decaying at the time of the birth so it is mostly estimated when they were actually born. They should turn six in a few months truthfully…
Irkens, it is widely known, are fast in maturing, and extremely dangerous. Take for example Zim, born in an incubator, already talking and feeling in a few short seconds and (at most) a minute just after being cruelly shoved into life. Humans, on the other hand, take at least a year or two to develop those sorts of actions and thoughts…
Zag and Miz seemed to have memories of their birth as it was. But they don't particularly know that was what the recollection pertains to, having no real knowledge of much at the time. So, they age about twice as fast as human children do. Although one could say only five to six years have past since coming into existence, the two have mentally and almost physically grown up to around age ten to twelve.
"Amazing…" the doctors all whispered. Zag sniffled, rubbing her arms as she knocked on the wall separating her from her brother. He barely flinched, breathing shallowly. Growing worried, she tapped harder.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap! Tap!
Tap!
TAP!
And her fingernail broke off, smearing this purple goo all over the clear surface in front of her orbs.
She was lucky enough to catch attention of a lady doctor with cropped hair the color of the nebulas they floated around. Her eyes, normally narrowed in agitation and detest, sprang wide as she fumbled to open the two cages.
The lady yanked her out, then Miz, and put them on the metal table. Zag hopped off, grabbing her brother's foot so he could follow. That table meant bad things. She didn't want to be on it anymore.
The doctor just held that tiny broken, violet-gooed hand tightly.
"I'm not here to harm you, Zag," she whispered, her voice sounding both deep and dull, but Zag could remember there was something in it… maybe it was because someone besides her father was holding her hand comfortingly. "You're my namesake."
And so Zag knew what it was like to be safe.
Miz, in his annoyance that went on forever, began to complain when Zag started tapping her nails on the countertop. They flashed a metallic blue, making him wince.
"Jeez," he grumbled, finishing off his drink, "I can't believe you still have polish left! Where the hell did you hide it?"
"Miz!" she scolded, reaching out to smack him. He shied away, laughing as he made it just beyond her arm's length. "Stop using that language!"
"All I said was 'hell,'" he teased. The girl stuck out her tongue in irritation. Miz folded his arms on the shining top. "From some of the books I read, Hell was a place in the Earth's old religion of Christianity."
"What's that?" his sister asked, indulging a bit. Miz smirked while holding his chin in his palm.
"A man, supposedly God's only son, name Christ was sent down from Heaven in order to save the human race…" he trailed off, humming to himself as he thought about the pages of the book he had read.
"I think I remember something like that," Zag butted in, snapping the boy from his musings. "That stupid male nurse in training guy was up in arms about that stuff." Miz confusedly tilted his head. "He permanently bleached his hair; that one idiot who ran around calling dad a sinner?"
"Oh, that ass—"
"Ah, ah! Don't you say it!" Dib warned as he strut up from behind, pausing momentarily to flick the back of his son's head. Miz grimaced, letting his head drop back to see his father looking down at him with a raised brow.
"Sorry," the hybrid mumbled. The human shook his head. Gesturing, he told Zag her Dona was waiting on the next level for some help. The girl hurriedly flounced away after snickering to Miz how he was in so much trouble now.
"I think we need to talk," Dib murmured, seating himself down. Miz sighed, letting his shoulders round over in a slump. "You've been getting distant… I'm starting to worry…"
"I'm fine. Really, dad…" Miz answered, turning his head to the side and scratching at it. A tell sign, obviously.
"Miz, if this is about your d—"
"Don't call him that!" he interrupted, standing abruptly. Dib bit back his sentence, watching his child seethe silently, face twisted and hands shaking in fists. "Why do you insist upon calling him that?!"
"Because that's what he is," the father whispered. It was too quiet for a human… but with such intricate and powerful antenna to pick it up, Miz heard it like a fierce beat of a drum.
"No… he's not… He's not anything to me…" Miz shook his head and turned around heavily. His footsteps echoed hollowly across the haul. Dib felt it with each smack, just how much it was hurting his son. Removing his glasses, he laid his head on the countertop and let out a shaky breath, fogging up the shiny surface.
"Father! Father!" Miz was screaming, shaking the pale body, caramel orbs wide in fright. Zag was holding her arm, feeling the skin peeling off beneath her four digits. She sniffled as her brother grew desperate.
"Miz, s-stop, I'm about to c-cry…" she tried, feeling her eyes gather water. She blinked again and again, but they kept filling up. The boy was suppressing his urge to keep yelling and shouting, kicking and biting. "H-He's not gonna wake u-up for a while…"
Miz leaned his head on his father, feeling the body lightly rises and then fall in a sweet rhythm. He was trembling, knotting his tiny fists in the dark sweater Dib was wearing. "Why are they doing this to us, Zag? Membrane said he was going to help us…"
"Auntie said that…" Zag turned her head, noting a doll slumped over on a high self, momentarily recalling the first time they had been experimented on. "Our grandfather just wants to help himself."
"He has no blood connection to me!" Miz swore, standing up and glaring over at the camera swiveling in the corner of the holding cell. "Do you hear me Professor?! DO YOU?!"
"Miz!" Zag called, letting go of her arm foolishly. Olive flesh slapped against the blazing tiles. A fountain of purple ooze gushed from her little arm. Miz cried out, tripping on the blood as he hurried over to hold her arm together. Blinking, the girl glanced at her limb, watching indifferently as Miz's hands tried to compress the wound, slipping in-between muscles and tendons.
They sat down, Miz insanely apologizing under his breath as he tried to keep her arm together. Zag didn't say much, just asked him to bring her the bandages and gauze. They tried their best to wrap the injury tightly, the brother whispering assuredly she would be fine.
After a while, the boy was just breathing, hands cramping as he had yet to let go of the arm. Zag pried his fingers off and he clutched on to her other hand, the violet goop webbing his fingers and sticking her to him.
"It doesn't hurt me, Miz," the girl said softly. Miz didn't look up, he just stared at the sparklingly sterile floor.
"It hurts me Zag…"
"It's okay… You know that, we're alright," she soothed. Miz managed to bring up his head, antenna wiggling thoughtlessly.
"We're not… so don't lie to make me feel better," he scolded. Zag nodded, blinking again as her eyes grew fell of liquid. Miz let go of her hand and wiped off the blood onto his shirt, reaching up just as the tears spilled forth. He caught the water before they could burn Zag's cheek. "You are a girl. Remember, you're supposed to be pretty. Burn scars aren't too pretty."
She laughed sadly and shook her arm. "Having no skin on your arm isn't very cute, stupid."
Miz gulped, ignoring the sting in his palms. He rested his head on top of his sister's inky fluffed skull. Sobs were making her shoulders wobble to and fro. "I'm sorry Zag… but that man is not our grandfather… He's at fault for everything… I swear I'll save us someday."
"Please, no one is at fault here… there's nothing we can do," Zag mumbled, drying her eyes on the collar of his shirt.
"There has to be a guilty party, Zag. Who else can I blame for all this suffering…?" he questioned. Zag tiredly shook her head, but couldn't speak anymore. "I hate them… I do… Everyone who has hurt us… I swear to you—you and dad… No more. They can't get away with this, no matter what color their blood is!"
It was late… or the boy could assume so as the entire ship was in sleep mode. His sister was dozing on her bed, cool sheets lifting with her breathing. Miz, on the other hand, was never really a sound sleeper. Unable to be taunted with slumber he couldn't catch, the boy threw off his covers and padded out of the room as silently as he could.
He went straight to the gulley, rummaging around from some kind of food to eat. The last couple of days he had really taken a shining to some sort of breaded, fruity thingy. He didn't know what it was and it didn't look that appetizing, but, he tried it. Somehow, it was very scrumptious… but he didn't want to share it with Zag. Bleh on her.
After getting his snack, he wandered on over to the main part of the ship and took an elevator up to the overhanging. It was sort of like an indoor balcony dangling over the large greenhouse/garden thing and just a level below the flight room. A large window showed the direction the ship was headed. Stars in a blue glow drifted by in the utter blackness of space.
Miz settled himself on the edge of the hanging, sitting down to let one of his legs sway back and forth and using the other to prop up his arm on his knee to eat his snack.
Ice was floating by, sharp sickles forming odd angles and bouncing lightly off the invisible shields. Sometimes, they shattered; dust flying everywhere in the non-gravity atmosphere and coating the windows thickly. It was like pale fireworks…
Just then, the swoosh of the doors opening made him jump, spinning around to see who entered. A tall emerald figure emerged and both orbs widened considerably in surprise. "What are you doing here?" was the question that popped out simultaneously. Both had paused, allowing the other time to speak.
The creak of the ship was the only answer.
Finally, sighing, Zim walked over, plopping down next to his son. "I have often come up here to meditate…"
"I found this place a few days ago. I can't sleep as well as Zag can," Miz explained begrudgingly. Zim glanced over, noting the boy leaning back on his elbows, not wanting to meet his eyes by looking off into space.
"Irkens don't need as much rest as humans do. A few hours are equivalent to about half a day of sleeping," Zim said. Miz visibly flinched. The dona placed his arms on top of his knees, hands drooping lazily. "You really do not like me, do you? I could go so far as to say you hate me."
Miz blanched, instantly swiveling his head to see Zim thoughtfully regarding him.
"My bluntness amazes most, it's very interesting for me," Zim mused. The boy let his eyes fall downcast. "I am use to distaste toward me… but I normally know the reason why. What makes you loathe me so?"
All that could be heard was faint breathing.
Miz had shaken his head, lifting up his hand to take another bite of his treat. He carefully chewed it before swallowing, glowering at a nearby streaking comet. Unsteadily, he opened his mouth and all his feelings powered out like the colors of the fiery rock in the skies.
"Zag and I lived in that stupid port for our entire lives… Father, he was locked up in a holding cell since I can remember. It was so he wouldn't interfere when Professor Membrane experimented on us." Miz had to stop; raising a nonexistent eyebrow told the older Irken. "He was our Grandfather and was the lead researcher you know. He wanted to destroy all Irkens for everything they had done to him. I don't doubt he abhorred our very being—me and Zag I mean."
"I had never believed in all the fairytales dad told us about you. I thought we were some by-product of an awful genetic experiment… I thought we were gonna die young, dad was gonna die, I lost all real hope of ever escaping Last Port," he ranted, losing it to that tightly coiled ball of pent up thoughts and feelings he kept locked away. "And then all of a sudden YOU show up NOW?! What the hell else am I suppose to feel for you?!"
Zim remained silent on the other end, listening with shimmering orbs no one could read.
"You—You show up like you just belong in this dysfunctional little family, claiming you are this long lost second parent my own father was too heartbroken to talk too much about; you want to protect us, keep us—whatever you want when you are YEARS too late to undo these damages already inflicted on us! Why do I loathe you?! Why?! You have the actual nerve to ask why?! I'll tell you goddamn why! I hate you for all the tragedy you have caused—bringing me into the world! Starting wars! Destroying everything you dare to touch with your greedy hands! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!"
Miz took a big breath, unable to stop from hiccupping as he sank in on himself.
"Look at me Invader Zim… I have your flesh and your blood… but only humans can cry… if I cry, the water will burn me…" Miz was choking up, whining as he struggled to keep the tears at bay.
With shocking tenderness, a glove fell to the linoleum flooring, and a cool claw was placed on the young jade colored cheek. Miz's caramel eyes grew big as saucers and he jerked up his face to see Zim gazing down in askance.
"Go ahead and cry, Miz," he suggested softly, "Let your tears burn me. They are my burden to hold. It is too much to ask of my own child to be strong while I fell into weakness when I should have been there for him."
The plain sincerity was enough to push Miz over the proverbially edge and he collapsed. He could not find a response to that and all he could do was bend his head in sorrow and wail loudly at the injustice of brutality of the Irken before him… who could Miz blame for all the sufferings of life on now?
"Don't be stupid," Dib mumbled to himself as he looked up. He was lying quite comfortably on Zim's lap, legs waving about in the air over the arm rest of the couch. The alien was grinning as he absently tugged on the long lock of hair splayed about his legs.
"I'm not… But I'm just thinking…" Zim replied. The human ended up shrugging, turning to his side to hug the thick, lean legs. He nuzzled into them, humming a song. "The ships mostly done… I would like to get it flying now at least."
"Wait until it's completely done, I don't want anything happening to you… I have no idea how to build a ship at all. You're a parent now. You have to think about the child… and me… what would happen if you—" Dib was about to go on a rant again when Zim hushed him. It wasn't the normal shush, but an urgent one.
Dib sat up and Zim stood immediately, shooting straight for the tiny crawlspace that leads into the new lab. Dib blinked, worriedly following. The invader demanded to see the outside layouts to the house, gasping as an image flicked in front of his eyes. The human tried to peek over his shoulder, but Zim spun around to fast and shoved him away.
"Quick, you have to hide!" he hissed. With drawn brows, he rose on his toes to see what had made Zim so upset, but the alien was cornering him to the back bedroom. "Hurry, the closet, stay in there!"
"What? No, I—"
"No time to argue, get in n—"
Then the front door exploded, splintering into a million pieces of debris.
Dib made a noise, starting up in bed. Zim quickly whispered something to him, soothing him back down and into the bed. The words sounded similar to apologies, but that wasn't quite right. It was just a lulling mumble to ease the human back to sleep. Soon, a hand was threading through his inky hair and Dib blinked, relaxing a bit as he let his body slouch into the malleable bedding.
The human sighed, reaching up to take hold of that hand caressing him. A few seconds passed by and Dib realized gauze was wrapped tautly about the emerald claw he held. The human twisted a bit, examining it awkwardly. "What happened?"
"Nothing Dib-love, just my carelessness."
"Oh… well… please be more cautious? I—"
"Am perfectly alright. I swear to you, I'll take good care…"
"Zim?"
"Back to sleep Dibby… everything is going to be just fine now."
"…"
"Dib…?"
"Hmm?"
"N-Nothing… just… dream about me."
"Hahah… yeah… I always do."
"Good night."
"… zzz …"
"I'll keep away the nightmares from now on… I swear it."
TBC
A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. YAY! Miz Lurve. I like him a whole lots. I am thinking of making a spin-off of Zag and Miz's adventures after I finish this fic. Man I love them so much, sometimes when I discuss IZ to my friend, I slip up and call Gaz Zag and Miz will pop into the conversation somehow… But I can't help but love them!!
OH, and I drew this totally amazing picture of Miz at age (what looks to be) seventeen!
So… um, there's nothing to really talk about. But if you have questions, just ask. I'll let you know the answers, unless it pertains to things that I want to be a surprise. So, hahaha, you can't know those. But you won't know unless you, like, ask me….. well, ask!
Talk to you all another time! Hope you enjoyed!
(SteelAgainstIvory)
