“Plans are the thoughts of people who imagine they decide what happens next”-Jickita (wih·key·tuh). Trossen’s hands turned an ocular over for him to observe the angles of. What was made to view the world through he viewed within the world. Next to him, in a clear recently-cleaned trap, swam Bozo the Fish trailed by bubblets. With a squealing bounce, Jickita’s bed let her sit up. “We should go somewhere”-Jickita. “Nah, I’ve got plans”-Make. Whatever friend gave him that name only has it as a legacy of a relationship with Make. A pillow tumbled from Alley’s bed (which Jickita jumped off of), above Bozo the Fish’s tank, to wap! an ocular out of Trossen’s hands. Jickita meant to hit Make but because her aim was so off, she caused an ocular to break. Forcefully pushed out air passed moments by as Trossen’s shoulders slouched. He leaned to pick up that ocular, Jickita walked over to apologize, and Make started to ask what happened when someone banged wood. Again, their front door was rapped by unseen knuckles.
Trossen went between his roommate and friend to find Alley on the other side. “Forgot your key again”-Trossen. Alley just smiled. “I found this place a bit past Sheldon, it’s beautiful. The view goes on for miles and its’ sky is bigger still. Let’s go there today.”-Alley. “Alright, I’ll go with you”-Trossen. “How ‘bout when it’s starlight?”-Jickita. “Alright”-Alley and Trossen. “I can’t go I don’t know the way.”-Make. “We’ll make you go.”-Jickita. Nobody laughed. “If you want to come, I can show you the way”-Alley. So that night: Alley, Make, Trossen, and Jickita had a beautiful view of Prator’s Comet puncturing the sky, leaving a molten trail, and leveling their home in the suburb of Fingordah.
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