ColorMeHorror
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2013
Quimby
Outfit
“I dunno, I think she’s in class or something,” Rex shoved another spoonful of chocolate pudding into his face like a five year old. Sometimes Quimby could still see the brunette with his crazy tuft of hair a crooked teeth chewing on everything he could get his grubby little hands on. That’s what she got for growing up with such a dork. Quimby sighed and turned her phone of, which she’d been using to surf the web about hallucinations. It had been bothering her greatly that the apparitions--or whatever they were--she’d been seeing had started to pop up around their house and in places other than the college. At first she thought it was just stress from all her school work, but now she was beginning to think something was severely wrong with her. After all, seeing mutated figures crawling out of cracks in doors and appearing out of thin air was hardly normal.
“She always takes so long,” Quimby puffed out her cheeks and poked at the pizza slice in front of her. Rex snorted. “Yeah, because some people actually do their work like they’re supposed to.” She gaped at him from across the table, then tossed a black olive from the pizza at him. He caught it swiftly in his mouth like some kind of circus act. Honestly, she didn’t know what she’d been expecting. “Hey, I do work. Sometimes. It’s just that all my classes are so boring this semester because I have to get prerequisites out of the way. I don’t want to solve equations and write essays--I want to sing!” The whining would have annoyed just about anyone, but Rex reached over to where Quimby had laid her head down on the table and ruffled her hair.
“You still sing more than you do homework, sweetheart,” he snickered and ate another bite of pudding. Quimby sighed aggravatedly against the cool wooden table. God, she really hated college. The only thing keeping her going anymore was Rex and his new friend which just, coincidentally, happened to be her new infatuation. She was just so smart and funny and talented and beautiful and--she sighed again. Perfect. She was perfect.
Outfit
“I dunno, I think she’s in class or something,” Rex shoved another spoonful of chocolate pudding into his face like a five year old. Sometimes Quimby could still see the brunette with his crazy tuft of hair a crooked teeth chewing on everything he could get his grubby little hands on. That’s what she got for growing up with such a dork. Quimby sighed and turned her phone of, which she’d been using to surf the web about hallucinations. It had been bothering her greatly that the apparitions--or whatever they were--she’d been seeing had started to pop up around their house and in places other than the college. At first she thought it was just stress from all her school work, but now she was beginning to think something was severely wrong with her. After all, seeing mutated figures crawling out of cracks in doors and appearing out of thin air was hardly normal.
“She always takes so long,” Quimby puffed out her cheeks and poked at the pizza slice in front of her. Rex snorted. “Yeah, because some people actually do their work like they’re supposed to.” She gaped at him from across the table, then tossed a black olive from the pizza at him. He caught it swiftly in his mouth like some kind of circus act. Honestly, she didn’t know what she’d been expecting. “Hey, I do work. Sometimes. It’s just that all my classes are so boring this semester because I have to get prerequisites out of the way. I don’t want to solve equations and write essays--I want to sing!” The whining would have annoyed just about anyone, but Rex reached over to where Quimby had laid her head down on the table and ruffled her hair.
“You still sing more than you do homework, sweetheart,” he snickered and ate another bite of pudding. Quimby sighed aggravatedly against the cool wooden table. God, she really hated college. The only thing keeping her going anymore was Rex and his new friend which just, coincidentally, happened to be her new infatuation. She was just so smart and funny and talented and beautiful and--she sighed again. Perfect. She was perfect.