Humming, Farrago daydreamed. She was pretty much tuned out, absent from the others’ conversations. For some reason, none of it seemed to interest her much… these new people, these girls, weren’t as fun to watch as Matthias was. His reactions were an awful lot funnier… and he was nicer than the girl with the pink hair, that’s for sure.
“She’s rude,” put in Merlin, and Farrago nodded. “"Yes, Merlin, I agree, she's quite rude-“ Matthias’ voice butt into her conversation suddenly.
“Up for a ball?"
“Huh?" Farrago murmured, ripped from her dream-world. Never been to a ball, she thought.
“Could be fun,” Merlin said sensibly. Okay, then-- “Yes.” As soon as she had replied, Farrago’s focus faded again. What could it be that made the pink-haired girl so rude? This, above all, fascinated her. The scientists had been rude; they’d treated her like nothing more than an interesting rock, never taking into account that she was a living breathing girl with feelings. Hmph. Although there had been one scientist she kind of liked-
"IT LOOKS LIKE NO ONE EVER LIKED YOU-NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER." The rude girl’s voice ripped apart her thought, and for a moment, Farrago was completely conscious, all the blur and fade and mush wiped from her brain. That didn’t make sense. She squinted, trying to comprehend. She liked Matthias… he had helped her escape. She opened her mouth to say so, but Matthias replied too quickly. Not quite catching his response, she plummeted into insanity again, losing the crisp outlines she had just managed to capture.
After a few minutes, Farrago flinched suddenly, returning, if only partially, to reality. “Where’re we going?”
1.03.2008
What is that monkey doing with my credit card?
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