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Chantilly was lace, layers of skin that hung around her like a dress, riddled with cut-out sections. “You remember Chantilly.”Įgg remembered Chantilly, yeah. “Brother,” Whippersnap echoed, his smile reaching around both sides of his head, like the corners of his mouth could meet at the back of his head. ‘Brother’ or its equivalents was code that there would or could be no handshake, high-five, fist-bump, nor hug. A greeting, predetermined, and a bow for those who didn’t even have the option of a greeting. There were two options that were even lower contact than the handshake. As new people turned up, they signaled each other to indicate their preference for handshake, high five, fist-bump or the closest approximate to a fist bump, or hug. Was it nervousness? Aggressiveness, with the fist-bump being an implicit threat? It would have been really nice to read those emotions, for things to be clearer. His eyes didn’t really fit in his head, and the lack of real estate around them made his expressions hard to read. Thin enough he looked like he could be snapped as easily as a pencil, with easy, fluid movements that made his joints look less angular than they were. If regular humans were rottweilers, then Whippersnap was a greyhound. Whippersnap touched fist to heart, or the closest approximation to where his heart would be. He had to suppress the hard feelings that, ironically, had zero ability to be hard as they bubbled through him.Įgg turned.
There were some who came today who hadn’t, two years ago. His heart ached in his chest, seeing faces familiar and foreign. The problem with betrayals was that they were a poison that touched everything.
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