i just thought i’d gauge your reaction. you seem nauseated.

‘those’ are an animal, giving birth. a natural part of life, as cruel as it looks.

… again? seriously? 🫩

thing spilled his on the dormitory floor… maybe in the bathroom? the rats that reside in the walls enjoyed the free meal, anyways. she’ll fish hers out of her backpack, disgruntled, yet amused at enid’s response. popping the cap off, holding it under her nostrils, “𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐝.”

her head jolts back at the impact, but there isn’t much reaction to the collision. small hand reaches to press against the newfound ache. “as is your inability to look at blood without fainting.” grumble, grumble. standing up from her own crouch.

“why wouldn’t i?” she asked, sitting at her desk, uniform sleeves rolled up to her elbows. “i thought you’d enjoy it. a lamb, bringing life into the world. it’s painful, but the result is… ‘𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦’. would you like to see the puppies?”

flicking through various pages, shielding enid from the images of c-sections on cows and the births of various mammals. the book is laid out on the desk. the page, although still rather unpleasant, wasn’t nearly as grotesque. “i should’ve started with this.” side glance, “sorry.”

her gaze lingers on the page, before closing the book abruptly. swirling around in her chair, now fully facing the bubbly wolf. “it’s going well.” her hands clasped within her lap, gaze elsewhere, cogs turning in her twisted little mind. “… i scalped a serial killer.”

she’s awake.

indeed.

terrible morning, mother.

fine. although, these beds feel like i’m sleeping on a bed of nails. and not in the good way.

i would, but that would count as vandalism. they don’t take too kindly to beds of nails.