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Written to the prompt by Making Up A Villain — villain who has read the stars to ascertain your doom
Originally posted on cohost on July 23rd, 2024.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes.”
There had always been grim portends on the periphery. Having freshly returned from becoming the worst possible solution to a terrible problem—not entirely not her fault—she had noticed them all anew, and then noticed the person they were orbiting: A neighbour in her unassuming apartment building, unassuming herself in all ways.
After two weeks paying attention to her neighbour and all the grim portends about her—just to be certain—Yihsuan finally made an approach. When met with a blank stare, her attempt at friendly and personable social engineering crumbled. Her chipper tone and bright “Oh, I’ve seen you around” dropped to a tongue click and a sharp inhale before taking the seat opposite in the coffee shop around the corner that she’d otherwise never step foot in.
“Look,” Yihsuan set her arms on the much-too-small cafe table, crowding out her neighbour’s coffee into her neighbour’s hands. “We live in the same building.”
Her neighbour nodded in a placating way, still waiting for what this was about.
“It’s actually a bother, how much this stuff happens around you.” Yihsuan hunches over, meeting her neighbour’s height as she exhibits her dislike for where she was and the situation she had put herself in. “The elevator, the hedge at the back gate, the bees, that windstorm that got inside. The road paint not drying. I lost a very cute pair of shoes to the road paint that wouldn’t dry.”
Her neighbour pursed her lips together, a little vacant from this unexpected intrusion that certainly wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to her—given the elevator, hedge, bees, windstorm, road paint, and more.
“So I was curious.”
Her neighbour blinks at her, shifts the way her fingers cradle her coffee.
“I wanted to know how long I’d have to put up with your whole,” Yihsuan waves a hand in a circle, encompassing her neighbour’s unassuming and somewhat vacant personage. Her hand lands on her neighbour’s wrist, dropped there like her attempt friendly and personable. “You have like, a month, maybe.”
To her merit, she took it in stride. “Are you sure?” She took a sip of her coffee with the hand that wasn’t held by Yihsuan.
“Oh yes.”
She nodded thoughtfully, placed her hand on the much-too-small cafe table without disturbing Yihsuan’s hold on it, seemed to consider the situation in more depth than she had been the whole while. “Consult the stars, did you?”
Taken off guard, Yihsuan stills and squints at her neighbour who takes another unassuming sip of coffee. “Yeah.”
“I have a solution for that.”
Originally posted on cohost on July 23rd, 2024.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes.”
There had always been grim portends on the periphery. Having freshly returned from becoming the worst possible solution to a terrible problem—not entirely not her fault—she had noticed them all anew, and then noticed the person they were orbiting: A neighbour in her unassuming apartment building, unassuming herself in all ways.
After two weeks paying attention to her neighbour and all the grim portends about her—just to be certain—Yihsuan finally made an approach. When met with a blank stare, her attempt at friendly and personable social engineering crumbled. Her chipper tone and bright “Oh, I’ve seen you around” dropped to a tongue click and a sharp inhale before taking the seat opposite in the coffee shop around the corner that she’d otherwise never step foot in.
“Look,” Yihsuan set her arms on the much-too-small cafe table, crowding out her neighbour’s coffee into her neighbour’s hands. “We live in the same building.”
Her neighbour nodded in a placating way, still waiting for what this was about.
“It’s actually a bother, how much this stuff happens around you.” Yihsuan hunches over, meeting her neighbour’s height as she exhibits her dislike for where she was and the situation she had put herself in. “The elevator, the hedge at the back gate, the bees, that windstorm that got inside. The road paint not drying. I lost a very cute pair of shoes to the road paint that wouldn’t dry.”
Her neighbour pursed her lips together, a little vacant from this unexpected intrusion that certainly wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to her—given the elevator, hedge, bees, windstorm, road paint, and more.
“So I was curious.”
Her neighbour blinks at her, shifts the way her fingers cradle her coffee.
“I wanted to know how long I’d have to put up with your whole,” Yihsuan waves a hand in a circle, encompassing her neighbour’s unassuming and somewhat vacant personage. Her hand lands on her neighbour’s wrist, dropped there like her attempt friendly and personable. “You have like, a month, maybe.”
To her merit, she took it in stride. “Are you sure?” She took a sip of her coffee with the hand that wasn’t held by Yihsuan.
“Oh yes.”
She nodded thoughtfully, placed her hand on the much-too-small cafe table without disturbing Yihsuan’s hold on it, seemed to consider the situation in more depth than she had been the whole while. “Consult the stars, did you?”
Taken off guard, Yihsuan stills and squints at her neighbour who takes another unassuming sip of coffee. “Yeah.”
“I have a solution for that.”
