The practice of deep-freezing bodies that have died of an incurable disease, in the hope of a future cure.
【ℛ】—- ;; ❝I wonder what it would be like to live back in the time when there was dinosaurs! It would definitely be scary. I mean… who wants to be eaten by a dinosaur?❞
☣————— “You live, you die. Life just… went on. Wouldn’t you like that kind of lifestyle?”
He enacted the friendliest of simpers.
- —- ” How so? Is this not your crib, little chick? “
☣————— Moderately does she chant, “That’s the point.
I don’t believe such good meals can be seen in a such a place?”
☣————— Two negatives make a positive.
That, of course, depends on the context. But the one in which she decides to use should make the statement true, for their encounter is neither an
addition of two or a subtraction as they face each other.
Yet… what is that eerie feeling in the air?
Shouldn’t it have gone away?
Perhaps there is one who is armed in a facade, making one negative and one positive, which will result in zero. Undefined. And if that were true, she would like to know who is who.
“Walking home from a concert? It’s dark out.”
“I can’t remember where I parked.”
☣————— “Could you… maybe describe your vehicle?”
r e s t a r t !
The record’s playing nonstop.
Too bad it seems to be stuck on repeat;;
Luckily there’s one efficient way to fix it! The plugin belonging to a set of headphones from a
cheapskatebuyer is jacked into the corresponding spot. There! Now it’ll shut up.
Though there’s a buzzing coming from the earphones. Meh, it’ll do.
With these irregular heartbeats breathes the carelessness of a friendly sigh. He’s just happy to be released from his commitments for the day. Excitement is where the home is, and the home is often represented as where the heart is, right?
To Len, his heart is in his stomach, and at this very moment he’s starving!
Scary! A demon child who eats hearts for dinner…!!!
He imitates the sound of bells while shuffling steps against concrete up from behind.
"Work is over! Isn’t that great!?"
As if he were a mere junior ready for freedom after the end of lectures.
"I’m super hungry, yeah!!"
Nani? Doesn’t she look oddly familiar??
☣————— Something sings into her ears that is neither a gentle serenade nor the pounding of rock. Though, it does contain the subtlety of the first and the hard impact of the latter. Ah, so bare that it bothers! For the mind like hers such contradictions have no end. If she were to put a name to it with the most out of her perception—or words, to say more honourably—she would call it an old tune on the gramophone, sweet and almost nostalgic but it scratches due to age.
Disregarding this needless struggle, she will easily admit that she is unsettled by it. And with the intersection of synths she is met with another branch of questions: is he one to settle this or not?
Seems like the stomach gets the trial, first.
Which is all right for once—she does not mind having to spend the time it needs beforehand.
“Have you ever ran a marathon?" Not that she has. "I imagine the end feeling’s the same.”
Wouldn’t you rather sleep for eternity?
“Well then, LenLen… on the scale of shrimp to shark, how hungry are you?”
☣————— “I fear you’ve come to the wrong place. Mister Wolf.”
█ ▌—- ;; ♬ //: ' by fan i mean exactly what i say; f-a-n. and for brat, i am
talking about kagamine rinto— are you not cosplaying him..? ’
☣————— Oh. ”What would you say if I’m not? Quite the doppelganger, aren’t I?”