The LetterThings were boring, to say the least. Blue was lazily reclined on the large cushion in her private room at the club, her back arched to allow her to gaze upside-down out the windows. A brilliantly bright cloud of hydrogen gas was passing by outside, backlit by a nearby star. The Tallest thought to herself as she watched the burning cloud waft past, somewhat surprised to discover the fact that she was actually missing that stupid mobster.
Things were changing quickly with her, and she knew it. Since Donato started following her around, she seemed a little less consumed with the all-to-familiar misery of loosing a close companion and even another child. The corners of her mouth tugged back to form a frown. She really hated doting on any of these things: It all just reminded her of how unnecessary she had always been to people. Perhaps if her father accepted her, to begin with, she wouldnt have had these problems (she writhed at the thought of him); but that couldnt have been