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6/18/2025, 5:39:54 PM
>"Until Sunday? A bummer, I was achin' to read the next Monday paper's funnies"
>The doctor hadn't laughed
>He thought it was a pretty good one
>"I must be losin' my edge, right at the end."
>He scratched his beard, walking off from the clinic with no destination in mind
>He hadn't had one in a while. Destinations are for people with appointments.
>Not a fan of sticking to those.
>Well, a whole week to think about it.
>Where had his legs taken him anyway?
>"The graveyard? Rushin' it a bit, are we?"
>*Rustling leaves. The muffled sounds of the town in the distance. Sniffling.
>But the wrong kind of cryin' for a cemetery.
>In the corner, huddled out of sight, was a young purple monster.
>"What's got you down, kiddo? There's less depressin' places to cry it out."
>*The purple girl jumped, then hurriedly stopped herself.
>"I wasn't crying, old man."
>"My apologies, my eye ain't what it used to be. Must be you caught a cold then, sitting on the ground like that, gehehe."
>*The purple girl glares at the old man.
>"It was nothing. Leave me alone old man, don't you know you'll get hurt bothering me?"
>"I don't actually! And why would that be?"
>"...They say I'm dangerous. Get the hint."
>"Oh, if THEY say so? And who am I to doubt THEY, hyar har har!"
>*The girl hugged her knees tighter
>"Everyone says so. I'm bad, and you better stay away."
>"I see, I see. Well that's all well an' good, but you might wanna consider somethin' here"
>"What."
>"I had no way of knowin' that until you told me."
>He turned around. No sense in hitting this nail more for now.
>"You only get one first impression. Make enough good ones, and maybe THEY won't be so sure anymore, hrm?"
>*The old man left.
>Looks like he'd have something to do for the coming week.
>The doctor hadn't laughed
>He thought it was a pretty good one
>"I must be losin' my edge, right at the end."
>He scratched his beard, walking off from the clinic with no destination in mind
>He hadn't had one in a while. Destinations are for people with appointments.
>Not a fan of sticking to those.
>Well, a whole week to think about it.
>Where had his legs taken him anyway?
>"The graveyard? Rushin' it a bit, are we?"
>*Rustling leaves. The muffled sounds of the town in the distance. Sniffling.
>But the wrong kind of cryin' for a cemetery.
>In the corner, huddled out of sight, was a young purple monster.
>"What's got you down, kiddo? There's less depressin' places to cry it out."
>*The purple girl jumped, then hurriedly stopped herself.
>"I wasn't crying, old man."
>"My apologies, my eye ain't what it used to be. Must be you caught a cold then, sitting on the ground like that, gehehe."
>*The purple girl glares at the old man.
>"It was nothing. Leave me alone old man, don't you know you'll get hurt bothering me?"
>"I don't actually! And why would that be?"
>"...They say I'm dangerous. Get the hint."
>"Oh, if THEY say so? And who am I to doubt THEY, hyar har har!"
>*The girl hugged her knees tighter
>"Everyone says so. I'm bad, and you better stay away."
>"I see, I see. Well that's all well an' good, but you might wanna consider somethin' here"
>"What."
>"I had no way of knowin' that until you told me."
>He turned around. No sense in hitting this nail more for now.
>"You only get one first impression. Make enough good ones, and maybe THEY won't be so sure anymore, hrm?"
>*The old man left.
>Looks like he'd have something to do for the coming week.
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