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@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); “Mhm.” She murmured noncommittally. In truth Mari had no doubt that Spork could have cleaned themself up. It just would’ve taken longer, been less effective, and somehow they would’ve caused more damage to...

Part of Kasumi wanted to lash out at the girl, useless creature that she was. Just as she was giving useful information, she shrieked and hid behind her. She flashed a wolf’s smile at the creature who slithered under the chest, retreating until it could pull itself back together again. She was...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); Mari winced as Spork added yet another bruise to this evening’s collection. She forgot sometimes how jumpy they could get when someone managed to sneak close to them. She usually did her best to announce her...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); Mari could tell something was off. For all their chaos and bluster, Spork was a creature of (moderate) habit. If they didn’t have a hookup, they usually came and perched on the edge of her bed or flopped down on...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); “Shit!” Mari swore, shaking her free hand and jamming the soldering iron back in its holder. That was enough for the evening. She pushed back from her desk, standing and moving to the bathroom. She flicked the...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); Mari didn’t comment on Spork colliding with the wall. Even if they weren’t drunk, she’d seen them adjust to new spaces before, and they’d assured her that potential injury was vital to the process. They moved...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Combo&display=swap); “Yes!” Fortuna pumped her arm as she let out a whoop. Her plushie of destruction had smashed clean through the goo monster’s cranium and left it headless. She waved her bat in appreciation at the paint-covered hero...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); It was too early for a lot of things, but Mari never expected one of those things to be being pulled into a massive, bone-crushing bear hug by her blind best friend she hadn’t seen in months. Hurricane Spork...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Space+Grotesk&display=swap); Whoever had made the decision to let Mari go to college deserved to be shot. Whoever had decided to let her get a double major in two fields that were only tangentially related at best deserved to be shot twice...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Cormorant+Upright&display=swap); The sound of crinkling plastic and the subsequent lack of cursing meant that, at least to her, Lark had caught the bread. Lily turned to make a joke about it and– oh. They were right there. Lark was right...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Cormorant+Upright&display=swap); Lily nodded along as Lark explained how their time travel worked across locations, occasionally throwing in an ‘mhm’ when it felt appropriate. Truth be told she understood maybe half of what they were...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Cormorant+Upright&display=swap); “Not too bad, I suppose.” Lily didn’t want to mention the crick in her neck, even though the sound of it and several other things popping when she woke up probably alerted Lark to the contrary. Nor would...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Karla:ital,wght@0,200..800;1,200..800&display=swap); “What gave it away, kid?” Myrna scoffed. “The apron or the fact that I could probably throw you out by the scruff of your neck?” Truth be told she felt a bit of pride swell in her as he...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Combo&display=swap); “Yes!” Fortuna pumped her arm as she let out a whoop. Her plushie of destruction had smashed clean through the goo monster’s cranium and left it headless. She waved her bat in appreciation at the paint-covered hero...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Combo&display=swap); Erin was not having a good day. She’d been running on empty when she returned to the garage last night, in both senses of the word, and knew that it would most likely be a rough morning. She had been stockpiled up on...