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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 01:06:56 No.68138207 Report
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Write about Gertie mustering up the courage to talk to Inco for the first time, and it goes surprisingly well. I' sorry about your situation. As someone who also had a shitty family life, I get you. Treat yourself and take it easy
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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 03:21:21 No.68141549 Report
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>>68138207
this took longer than expected
>Alright, Gertrude. Okay. You’ve practiced. Remember those ice-breakers you looked up on your phone. Ask him what his favorite music is.
>Her brow furrows. Hnngh, what if it’s rap? She doesn’t know anything about rap!
>She shakes her head, scowling. Focus. You got this. The worst he would do is say no, go away. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d make fun of you. In fact, why would he make fun of you?
>He’s gotta be into you. He mentioned wanting to hang out with a gator girl last week in the hallway, with that hunky Dilo. You’re the only crocodilian in St Hammond.
>You just gotta sit down and get to know him. Then, you’ll find something that will make you start feeling something for him too! O-other than the desperation.
>Then you’ll finally have a boyfriend.
>Remember, he wants you more than you want him. You’re safe. You’re NOT the desperate one.
>Gertie smiles at herself in the bathroom mirror at the prospect of finally hitting a social milestone for once in her life since puberty. The ghastly sight leering back at her almost instantly dashes all of those runaway hopes.
>She seals her lips (as well as she was able to). Closed lips only.
>Standing up straight - or, rather, as straight as is possible for her hunched stature - she pushes open the bathroom door into the near-silence of her usual free period haunt: the school library. She likes it here, it’s got a lot of bonsues. Not many other people, there are couches to sit on instead of just undersized chairs, it’s quiet enough to focus… well stocked young adult section…
>...Okay, it was mostly the young adult section. They’re cheesy, but the romances in it make her feel all fuzzy inside. She thinks that the librarians started stocking more love stories once they noticed she’d read most of them by Junior year. Probably not true, but… it’s a happy thought, so she wants to believe it.

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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 03:22:33 No.68141590 Report
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>>68141549
>But she’s not here for that. Sitting right there, at the table he always is, is that human. She thinks his name is Niko. About two weeks ago, pretty much right after school started, he’s been coming in during third period pretty regularly. Usually doing homework. He’s probably really busy after school, doing, uh, human things. God, she really knows NOTHING about him, other than that he likes her.
>B-but that’s why she’s here today! Just walk up to him, sit down, and break the ice. Get to know him.
>Her legs desperately try to move in the opposite direction, over to her favorite (and well-abused) couch cushion in the library, but she wills them into line. One thumping footstep after the other. Her stubby arms grab nervously at the straps of her backpack.
>She’s standing over him now.
>...Oh God, what was she gonna say again?
>All of her rehearsals and plans and eloquent greetings disappear from her brain as she stares down at his bald scalp. M-maybe this was a bad idea. She should try again tomorro-
>She freezes as he stops writing. He finally noticed her shadow. He turns slowly to look behind him - then, straight up - to identify its source.
“...Come here often?”
>She brushes a strand of hair away from her face. It’s a miracle that her internal screaming didn’t turn external. OH RAPTOR JESUS WHY DID YOU USE A PICKUP LINE IT’S OVER YOU RUINED IT HE’S GONNA SMELL THE DESPERATION ON YO-
“...Yeah, actually!”
>Her brain goes blank when she gets a response that isn’t “Ick”. Holy shit, it worked. Roll with it, roll with it.
“U-Uh, cool, me too! Do you mind if I sit down?”
>She’s already taking a seat as the question is leaving her lips. Inco looks between her monstrous size and the soon-to-be-dead victim of a library chair as she does so.
“Sure, but, are you sure you should be using those cha-”
“Yeahtotallyit’sfine!”

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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 03:23:34 No.68141622 Report
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>There’s an audible crack as she’s speaking. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice - and doubly thankfully, it doesn’t collapse underneath her. She internally apologizes to the librarian for her transgression as she slings off her backpack, tossing it onto the table.
>The pack itself is the same size as the human’s, but the arm-straps have been replaced with hand-sewn bands that could wrap around him twice over. A reminder of just how ungainly her size is.
“I’m Gertie! We, uh, have Art together!”
“Cool! I’m Inco.”
“...”
“...”
>He’s rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Shit, think of something. U-uh, the ice breakers!
>...Shit, what were the ice breakers!?
“So. You, uh. Like… books?”
“...I haven’t really read any in a while.”
“...Oh.”
>More awkward silence.
“Do you… want to?”
>He looks surprised at her question. Is that good? Oh, he’s smiling!
“I hadn’t really thought about it, but sure! Why not! I’ve noticed you here every time I walk by, so you know what’s good in here, right?”
>HE’S NOTICING YOU! Of COURSE he’s noticing you, Gertie, he’s got a crush on you! A-and he’s asking you about the library! You can talk about this one! Thank you Raptor Jesus, so much!
“...Okay so there’s these books called the Crow Cycle.”
>And just like that, the floodgates open. Gertie doesn’t know how long the tide lasts, she’s too busy gushing over every last book she’s read in the past three years. Romance, horror, adventure, the rotest of derivative schlock and the few gleaming gems in the sea. She hadn’t even realized that she liked books this much until now. Guess you don’t really think about your escapism while you’re, y’know, escaping into it.
>She only barely has enough sense to restrain herself whenever it looked like Inco was starting to drown in it. Though… truth be told, he was keeping up pretty well.
“-That one sounds awful.”
“HAHA, you have NO idea-”

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Anonymous Sat 10 Aug 2024 03:24:48 No.68141668 Report
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>The colossal croc froze in her seat, mouth agape. She was laughing. Mouth wide open.
>Two long rows of jagged, misaligned, murderous teeth laid bare in front of the tiny, scaleless, fragile, fleshy, vulnerable human sitting next to her.
>Her heart sunk into her bowels. She blew it. All she had to do was not open her mouth too wide. Her eyes travel back to his face. Absolute shock confirms her fears. Stupid Gertie. Stupid Gertie and her stupid fucking fantasies ruined the ONE chance she had to get with a guy who LIKES HE-
“Sorry, ma’am!”
>Inco snaps her out of her thoughts again. She turns to see the peeved librarian staring at the two of them - it takes her a bit to realize that it was because she laughed out loud in a library.
>Spinning her head back to Inco, she sees him looking at her expectantly.
“You were saying?”
>...He doesn’t care.
>...He doesn’t care!?
>He IS in love with her!
>She opens her mouth to tell him exactly how awful the romance subplot of the second Starving Games book is, but the sound of the bell cuts her off. Inco’s eyes dart to his watch, and he scowls before grabbing his stuff.
“Sorry! I gotta run. We should do this again some time.”
“...yeah.”
>She barely manages to mutter that last word as he’s jogging away. She just sits there, staring off into the distance for a while.
>He really does love her. That’s the only explanation for why he wouldn’t mind her teeth. Only true love could look past something so… monstrous. It’s like Beauty and the Beast.
>...Wait, shit. She came here to find out things about him, not tell him about herself! The abominable alligator grumbles annoyedly under her breath as she loops the comically undersized backpack back where it belongs (her back).
>Well, there’s always next time. She smiles to herself. God, she hopes he’s here tomorrow!

less spoken dialogue than i expected to write. still pretty drained