|Through Everything“And so, you can easily argue that Hornington’s theories do not stand up to current scientific standards, as well as entirely contradict the findings of Rosher in his study, “Swamp Gas Aishas in Their Natural Habitats.” Therefore…”|
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"Through Everything" by diggingdeeper
"And so, you can easily argue that Hornington’s theories do not stand up to current scientific standards, as well as entirely contradict the findings of Rosher in his study, "Swamp Gas Aishas in Their Natural Habitats." Therefore…"
Twirling her spoon with one clawed finger, Rentiey was beginning to think that every breakfast would be like this now. Getting painted always changed a pet, and ever since her brother, Chartruse, had been painted Transparent, his confidence had risen exponentially. This also had the unfortunate effect of making him completely unbearable. She was too polite to tell him to go away. The Draik sighed and put the spoon down.
"Excuse me," he said, eyes narrowed. "Are you even listening?"
"Yeah, I am." Time to pick up the spoon again. Resume swirling cereal.
"Well—good. Now, back to what I was saying." He opened his mouth to continue but was quickly interrupted by the slam of the door. His head whipped around to look at the second intruder on his very perfectly interesting monologue. "Ugh, do you mind?"
The surly Pteri in the doorway flapped over to the table and perched on the top of a chair, ignoring him entirely. She leaned forward to pluck a juicy Tchea Fruit from the bowl. After chomping it down, she sat in silence, just watching. The Hissi scowled at her.
"Are you finished, thank you very much?"
"Char, no one cares about your weird science stories," she grunted back.
His eyes widened. "How dare you? The work Hornington and Rosher have done for the scientific community is astounding, absolutely imperative—"
"Yeah, yeah, Rash and Hornwhatever are real important and all. Fine." She cleaned between her feathers. "Just can it for a minute, will ya?"
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