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See what you did."See what you did, Cornelius?" one of the agents, useful enough to be secure in patting the short bird's shoulder as he passed. "We just got back the report. The explosion was MASSIVE. Utter chaos up and down SHUSH as soon as it went off. That's all down to you. Brilliant."See what you did. in Settings
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"I suppose. I wasn't entirely sure what they wanted it made for this time around," the butcherbird replied, refilling his mug with the life-giving nectar that was his black coffee. "The director's car, I hear now?"
"Hm. Shame it didn't kill him, though."
Cornelius blinked, lowering the rim of the mug untouched. "How could it not kill him? It was meant to activate as soon as someone was inside and starting the car. What, are they giving him bomb-proof bodysuits after his promotion to Director?"
"I wouldn't put it past them after this, actually," the other agent shrugged, still flicking through the report. "But he never got into the car. Guess his girl must have slipped out for a quick shopping trip without him. Women
StayIt's been a long, long wait. But who can argue with a business trip? It's just lonely waiting. It feels like she's been gone a month or more. The place is empty without her. Cold and sterile. It doesn't feel like home at all.Stay in Settings
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"Johnathan, dear? How are you?" Lilly peeked through the door and smiled, a little box in hand as usual.
That was better. Company. She's brought in the smell of Outside, fresh and warm and comforting. Or maybe it belongs to her. I haven't been outside lately, not since she left, so I couldn't say.
"I'm quite alright."
It's very nice to have company once in a while, but I won't go outside to find it. Suppose she comes back while I'm gone? Or calls, and I miss it? It wouldn't do at all. But while I'm waiting, I enjoy hearing the friendly chatter.
"I brought some flowers. I thought it might brighten up the place a little..."
How kind. It reminds me of our garden. I haven't been managing it very well since she left, though. A mound of dirt and flowers all over
Last daySo many people... but then she'd had a lot of friends, so it was hardly surprising. Everyone who knew her loved her, and everyone who loved her had come.Last day in Settings
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But then there were people who'd only come to offer sympathy for the wife of the Director, people who'd never so much as spoken to her. How dare they even presume they had anything to say?
Julius had stayed outside, a wise move, but he didn't have that luxury. No, he had to be in the centre of it all, letting everyone force condolences down his throat until he was nearly sick. Couldn't they see he just wanted to be alone? That he just wanted to be away from everyone, in the quiet, trying to remember what she sounded like?
He hadn't been able to cry, but inside the realisation terrified him. Her voice was the one permanent presence that never left him even when she wasn't in sight, and he couldn't remember it. Or even what she looked like, for the life of him...
There was a picture propped up there to remember her by; pretty, pleasant