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It had been two months since he was able to read people's minds, and he was still scared.
At first, there were millions of voices flooding in from all directions. Voices about the most mundane things, and voices about the most significant things. Grocery lists and estate plans. Words that rhymed with “porridge” and words that rhymed with “stature.” Idle memories of friendships from years ago and plans for future infidelity. All invading his mind, more or less blinding him so he couldn't even hear himself.
He learned how to control it, though. He learned how to shut it off, like a tap. And once he learned how to do that, he sealed all the voices out, except for a few times, when he was curious, when he wanted to know what the fox next to him was thinking about, when he wanted to know what was going through the head of a rabbit who was staring at him (“I don't think I know who he is but he reminds me of somebody I used to know who must have been my father's friend who I never got along with no what a bad man he turned out to be and it is good that God has seen it fit to send that man deep into the ground, may his soul be damned”), but never -- god -- never around his friends.
“...So...”
He and a friend were sitting one October day, watching the sun dip low, filtered through the crisp autumn leaves, tinging the water that magical golden color that can only be caught when the sun is at the proper angle. There was a small breeze kicking up the auburn leaves. Even the cars in the city below seemed to be moseying. Everything was dipped in amber.
“So what you're telling me is ... if I think of a number between one and a hundred, you can guess it.”
“Haha, when you put it that way...”
“Well?”
“Six hundred.”
“And--”
“Two point seven eight.”
“Well...”
“But nothing more than that. I've never tried...”
“Because you're scared?”
“Mhmm.”
“Of what your friends might really think of you?”
“Yeah.”
The raccoon slid his hand onto the wolf's leg and stared out at the mountains. He said, “You wanna try, right now?”
“...Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? I mean, are you ... ready?”
“Don't worry.”
Story was a collab between floW and me.
Art by
0phanim
floW, the mind-reader, is
StarfloW
Buster is me.
At first, there were millions of voices flooding in from all directions. Voices about the most mundane things, and voices about the most significant things. Grocery lists and estate plans. Words that rhymed with “porridge” and words that rhymed with “stature.” Idle memories of friendships from years ago and plans for future infidelity. All invading his mind, more or less blinding him so he couldn't even hear himself.
He learned how to control it, though. He learned how to shut it off, like a tap. And once he learned how to do that, he sealed all the voices out, except for a few times, when he was curious, when he wanted to know what the fox next to him was thinking about, when he wanted to know what was going through the head of a rabbit who was staring at him (“I don't think I know who he is but he reminds me of somebody I used to know who must have been my father's friend who I never got along with no what a bad man he turned out to be and it is good that God has seen it fit to send that man deep into the ground, may his soul be damned”), but never -- god -- never around his friends.
“...So...”
He and a friend were sitting one October day, watching the sun dip low, filtered through the crisp autumn leaves, tinging the water that magical golden color that can only be caught when the sun is at the proper angle. There was a small breeze kicking up the auburn leaves. Even the cars in the city below seemed to be moseying. Everything was dipped in amber.
“So what you're telling me is ... if I think of a number between one and a hundred, you can guess it.”
“Haha, when you put it that way...”
“Well?”
“Six hundred.”
“And--”
“Two point seven eight.”
“Well...”
“But nothing more than that. I've never tried...”
“Because you're scared?”
“Mhmm.”
“Of what your friends might really think of you?”
“Yeah.”
The raccoon slid his hand onto the wolf's leg and stared out at the mountains. He said, “You wanna try, right now?”
“...Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? I mean, are you ... ready?”
“Don't worry.”
Story was a collab between floW and me.
Art by
0phanimfloW, the mind-reader, is
StarfloWBuster is me.
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