“YOU! Why are you BLUE?!” Victor shouted, staring straight at the strange blue child. And THEN the d a r e d to turn away?
“Heeeeeeey! I’m talking to you!” Baligerantly Victor vaulted the table and slammed his hand down, facing the BLUE. Demanding attention.
Jumping when Victor’s hands hit the table, loudly, heads are turning when Lucy again looks up. Green eyes narrowed, not appreciating the choice of topic, she’s making it rather clear that she’s not happy with what was going on.
“Yeah, you are. Why?” the teenager snaps in return, pulling some of the spread-out papers away from Victor’s hands, having to tug on one of them rather forcefully.
Sitting abruptly at the table across from her, Victor lifted his chin, “My Dad’s blue you know,” well who would know, but they should know damnit!
“Why. Are. You?” he enunciated slowly. These were things he needed to know. It was hard enough with everything so different. Having to change schools. Losing… god damnit! More B L U E strangeness was just going to make everything weird!
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