No two introverts will actually be exactly the same.
It’s like we’re almost different people and introversion versus extroversion is just about how you gather energy, not about how you enjoy spending it or related in any way to social anxiety, clingy personalities, or a general feeling towards humanity on a whole.
Her life has boiled down to this singular moment: shivering on the night before Christmas in a decorative shrub with Black Star, staking out her weapon’s brother’s estate like a desperate hooligan, and having possibly contracted rabies.
“Okay, so Plan B is to break in—without actually breaking anything— make a copy, and go the hell home without any more dog attacks,” she growls, absently rubbing her tender ankle. Her combat boots have a new set of tooth-punctures, and they hadn’t even come from a pre-kishin.
“Rabies can’t be that bad. Foaming at the mouth and going bonkers’d prolly be an improvement for you, really,” Black Star replies, prying open the clamshell casing around their new equipment recently charged to her mission credit card that she is most certainly not allowed to use on personal business such as this.
Maka elbows his ribcage. “We just got super spy gear so quit being such a grump.”
“Dude, I’m pretty sure you bought this at Radioshack while I was taking a crap at Seven-Eleven. Also, fleeing like a weakling from a pack of swole-as-fuck guard dogs through a Christmas symphony is not a godly pastime. Retreating is not my biz. You’ve soiled me.”
Basically, she has acquired the best Christmas present in the history of humanity. She adds the finishing touches to their apartment, keeping the tinsel and garlands to a classy minimum, because her partner has a tendency to simply retreat to his room if she uses…
Mr comes from the French monsieur, which I think literally translates as ‘my lord’ and basically just means master, and Mrs comes from maistre which is the feminine form of master, so actually—for once—no.
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I love it when younger girls look up to older girls as role models and heroes. I love it when older girls enthusiastically support and protect younger girls. I love it when girls are psyched about the skills and accomplishments of other girls, I love it when girls compliment each other, take care of each other, encourage each other. I love it when girls realize how awesome and important they are. I love it when girls are fuckin’ pumped about girls.