(Dazzling Thread) A Kooky Kannibal Khristmas


                                            >You ruffle the page in your book with an index finger and a thumb.

                                            >Page 309. Not too long, and you're finally finished with this damn thing.

                                            >It's a real slog, too.

                                            >"Hiiii Anon!"

                                            >Oh God. The blue one.

                                            "Mm."

                                            >She's smiling. You can see it out of the corner of your eye.

                                            >You risk a quick glance. It really is quick - you know it.

                                            >You were always good at these kinds of things. That's probably why they hired you.

                                            >But she was quicker.

                                            >"Hi!"

                                            >She moves closer to you. Kind of too close, but it's clear she doesn't know.

                                            "Mm. Hi."

                                            >You're sitting squarely at the end of a small red loveseat, arms folded flatly into a comfortable reading position. The blue-haired one takes clear advantage of this and sits right next to you.

                                            >"Sooo..."

                                            >You dog-ear your book and put it on the table to the side. There's no getting out of this one.

                                            >You're facing her now. It's an awkward position to face someone - almost like the both of you are in a play.

                                            "What's up?"

                                            >She smiles at your full attention. Sonata, that's her name. Sonata Dusk.

                                            >"Can I ask you something?"

                                            >You stiffen and attempt to fix the crick in your neck. Sonata was rarely on the listening end of a conversation.

                                            "Sure. What's up?"

                                            >"Well...I was just wondering...we never...us three, I mean...we never..."

                                            >She's unnaturally bashful. You hope the reason won't make you too uncomfortable, but this girl has a knack for doing just that.

                                            Sonata laughs nervously. Again, strange. You've never seen her nervous before. She looks away and back at you with a flash.

                                            >"You wouldn't eat us, would you?"

                                            >You lean forward slightly, flabbergasted.

                                            "Wh...what?"

                                            >"Well...ya know..."

                                            >She tugs slyly at her ponytail.

                                            >"Aria said that you eat people. During Christmas, I mean."

                                            >You try to form words but they won't come out. You couldn't formulate a sentence that doesn't start and end with 'what?' anyway.

                                            >Sonata leans forward again, blushing. Is she...trembling?

                                            >"I don't taste good. I taste like blueberries."

                                            >You put your hand up to your chin in thought.

                                            "Well - I actually kind of like blueberries, to be honest."

                                            >She chirps out an adorable 'eep' and scoots back feverishly to the other end of the loveseat.

                                            >This makes you smile. Maybe you could have some fun here?

                                            >You grin and shuffle closer to her. Grinning is something you never do, and she seems to notice.

                                            >Sonata is shaking like a motel mattress. Her lips are pursed.

                                            >You're right next to her now. Her head is leaning back as yours is leaning forward.

                                            "You know what? Don't. Move."

                                            >The poor girl is petrified. Mouth open, she tries to scream but it takes a few seconds to come out.

                                            >"AAAUUUUUUUUGH!"

                                            >Sonata falls to the ground with a thud and darts away.

                                            >Passing her as she rushes through the doorway is a certain purple-haired troublemaker.

                                            >You face her as she enters.

                                            "I eat people? Really? And she believed that?"

                                            >Aria smirks and walks around you into the master bathroom.

                                            >You give her another couple seconds but she doesn't respond.

                                            >Picking up your book, you feel a smile creep towards the edges of your mouth.

                                            >Now, where did you leave off?