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O16. IGGY GOES DOWN PT.III! ❝i don't know how to do this without you — i can't do this without you! ❞
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Ignatia was fucking... Bewildered. Yeah, that's the word. Her dark hair was pushed behind her ears, splayed over her shoulders. She was sat on the couch she once shared with her family, gripping the cushions in her hands. Her dim tangerine eyes were stuck on the figure that looked like the healthy chaotic Mylo she used to be so fond of. He was sat across from her, a smug smile on his lips.
"W—What are you d—doing here? Aren't you dead... I could've sworn that you were." She stuttered and stammered, pointing aimlessly. Finger shaking as she looked at her, supposedly, deceased family member. She looked over her shoulder like she was bat shit crazy—and she might have been. "Why are you sitting across from me right now? What the hell is going on?" Iggy rambled, taking her hands through her long hair, gripping it at the roots.
He sighed, waving his hand. "Take it easy, Fig Newton." He smartly responded—just like his usual self. Mylo sounded like Mylo. "You know, I'm so glad I came up with that... I'm a fucking genius." His randomness was oddly comforting. The sound of his voice was making her less afraid of her sanity. Mylo did create the nickname—Figs. Ignatia had known Mylo longer than she's known the rest of them. Whenever her mother was out doing some illegal work, she'd often walk the streets. It was what many kids did, even at her small age. She'd often meet you with little Mylo. He was just as pestering when he was small.
As a child, her favorite fruit was a fig newton. It was one of those fruits that you either like, or don't like. And because she was a kid, she liked it a lot. That was the only fruit she ever wanted to eat—and Mylo knew all about that. He just hated them. He never could understand how she even liked them so much—therefore, he started calling her Figs. Then, when she moved in with Vander, everyone else started calling her that.
