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Jenny was already strangely more irritable than usual, so the god’s presence served to exasperate that. ”What do you want?” She said this in a far harsher tone than usual. She then proceeded to slap a hand over her mouth in horror. She’d just been rude to a god. Ares in particular was not one you wanted to anger.

Jenny looked over, the breath escaping her chest. Ares was in this diner. The god of war himself. Standing, right there. And he was talking to them. That couldn’t be good. Something in her implored that it was best for her to shut her mouth and listen. She figured that was a good idea.

Nope. I’ve had two graduations so far (high school and community college) but have ~2 years left until I graduate from university, unless I decide to go to grad school. TPBM wore mismatched socks today.

"He made eye contact with you, then ran outside." Was that Jenny's fault? He'd done that after she'd made him break eye contact. She'd scared him away, hadn't she? She didn't make a move to follow Terrance. That would probably just drive him away even more. She didn't know if bringing him back was a good idea, anyways.

"It's ok Jace, it's just Terrance staring at you!" Jenny tried to forcibly get Terrance to break eye contact with Jace. @The Aspiring Archivist

"Terrance, stop that!" Jenny yelled at Terrance. Why was he being so cruel to Jace? He didn't deserve that at all. @The Aspiring Archivist

Jenny shrugged awkwardly, hoping that she wasn't interpreting the situation incorrectly. To be perfectly honest, she didn't get why Jace felt that way. Terrance clearly didn't seem to like him- that was obvious even to Jenny.

“Um…” Jenny was probably a poor choice for explaining this. She wasn’t even really sure what was going on. “Jace likes you? Romantically. I think? He was talking about couples and stuff…” @The Aspiring Archivist

Upon hearing this, Jenny peeked over the top of her booth, trying to discreetly watch the conversation.

Fell asleep at 4:30 am and woke up at 1 pm, doing surprisingly well. TPBM knows what an inductive proof is (I hate them).

“Darn.” Jenny was hungry too. Being kinda-dead seemed to remove your sense of taste. There’s a way to get it back. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. She ignored the voice, trying to eat her food as quickly as possible to just get it over with. The sheer amount of salt made the burger a bit crunchy. She lowered the volume of her voice a bit. ”What do you think is up with that waiter?” @Anguished_One

Yup, although I haven’t actually looked at it in ages. TPBM has skinned their knee within the past two weeks.

Even with the copious amounts of seasoning Jenny had added to her burger, she still couldn’t taste very much. She grabbed a salt shaker, unscrewed the top, removed the bun, then poured a rather large pile of salt on top of the patty. Replacing the bun, she squished it down, then took a bite. It tasted somewhat salty, which was good enough. ”The burgers here aren’t very good.” @Weaver of Lies

Out of an abundance of caution, Jenny scooted away from Ed before removing her gloves to eat her burger. It tasted rather bland, so she put quite a bit of extra salt and pepper on it using the table’s shakers. Despite her food’s poor taste, she ate quickly. @Weaver of Lies

Jenny smiled at seeing Ed’s smile. It always made her happy when he was happy. She blinked, and for a brief flash, it looked like he was a desiccated corpse, rotten skin pulled tightly against a broken skull. She tensed up briefly, but calmed quickly. This was probably just a hallucination similar to the dead grass. That didn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying, though.

“Ok.” That didn’t involve touching her face, so it was probably fine. And Ed was warm. She felt cold, and her jacket seemed to not help at all.

“I…” He’s fine. You aren’t going to kill him, at least not this way. “Alright.” Jenny moved to sit next to Ed. She replaced her glove, resisting the urge to touch him again. It had made her feel better, less empty. She was ashamed of how much she wanted to experience that again.

Jenny stayed frozen in place for a moment before she managed to process what she was seeing. She suddenly recoiled in horror. Why had she touched Ed? He’d been smiling, but she’d probably been hurting him. ”I’m so sorry!” The extra spark of life quickly left her eyes, and Edgar would feel his energy return.

Y’know, after saying “I’ve doomed myself to three hours of sleep, but it’s fiiiiiiiiine,” I really should just go to sleep. At this rate I’ll probably doom myself to two hours instead, though.

I babysat my brother’s friend and his sister a few times. Both were very well behaved. It was a really sweet gig, I played with them for two hours and then played games on my phone after they went to sleep. I probably got paid too much for that Do you write more formally than you speak?

A distant voice piped up to mention that midterms are approaching as well, then noted that a certain author really needed to start studying for hers.

Suddenly, Jenny felt hungry. Starving. It wasn’t for food, but it was for something needed to sustain herself. As if in a trance, she slowly removed a glove, then leaned across the table and touched the side of Edgar’s face with her bare hand. Edgar saw some of the life return to her eyes. Jenny saw some leave his. @Weaver of Lies

Jenny scooted back to where she’d been sitting once the waiter moved on to another table. She set Timothy on the table so Gift could return to Ed if it wanted to, giving him a final pat on the head. @Weaver of Lies