THINGS from my Word Doc.

wRiTinG wEdnEsDaYs

i have to write for 15 minutes every wednesday now but i cant access lyrics and we have to follow a 'challenge'

so im going to start updating this book

with the bullshit i have to write

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anyway, context for this  is uhm seven (the oneshot) and the challenge was 5 pcs of dialogue and the inspo pic is a tree in a sunny field

(i will not spell out my characters names because omfg if i dox myself as a fucking myct fanfic writer..)

anywho

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A frigid, gentle breeze pushed through G's messy honey-blonde hair and the colorful feathers adorning his bird wings. They ruffle against the cool blast of air, and G's partner in lying under the dull willow tree snickers.

He disregards it in favor of looking out at the meadow across the blackened road, who's vibrant flowers directly contrasted the grey tones that seemed to fall over their side.

"I wish we were over there,"

He hummed. There's no reply, as expected, as M is daydreaming of times simpler. When they weren't bound by metaphorical chain to the dark building looming behind them.

When they could be excited, waiting for the vibrant yet somehow mood-dampening bus to appear.

Instead, a deep silence permeates the air.

"..we could be."

G opened a purple eye, studying his friend's manicured appearance- black clothes, neat hair, a cleanly groomed mustache. It's a stark contrast to his own appearance- an oversized red sweater over a black skirt that fell to his knees, often barely.

"we could?"

G echos. M's red eyes fell onto him, a childish grin growing on his face.

"do we really need to go to school today?"

"oh? do I hear the great Mumblio Jumbo, perfect student, suggesting we should skip?"

M stumbled over his words as a flush grew on his face. G laughed, sitting up and drawing a confused glance from M.

"well? are we going or not?"

M breathes out a heavy sigh, as if he hadn't suggested this idea in the first place, and G helps him up.

"Just like old times, eh?"

G pulls him across the dark road, away from the aging colors into a world of vibrancy and flowers; it's as though they're Dorothy, crossing from the darkness of Kansas to the techni-color pop of Oz.

The moment is interrupted by M almost instantly tripping over his long legs, crashing into the ground and dragging G with him, whose wings helplessly flared out in a desperate attempt to not slam into the wet grass of the open field. M laughs when G smacks down beside him with an audible, wet clap.

G makes a vaguely frustrated noise, although it fades to the background in the peaceful hum of the valley.

"Just like old times, considering you've managed to get us wet already."

G spits with no actual malice, sitting up in the damp foliage as his easily flustered friend joins him.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who fell into the stream multiple times a day? And often pulled me in two while trying to not fall?"

G looks away, dragging M to a standing position once more.

"Speaking of the old stream,"

There's a familiar twinkle in his mis-matched eyes.

"speaking of?"

"Why don't we head there? You still remember where the trail is, right?"

"..ah. Y-yes, obviously."

"You have no idea."

G observes, smirking in a cocky manner despite the fact he also only vaguely remembers the trail.

", all the more ways to waste time, eh?"