Yours?
[Wow, okay. She is just standing there, dude.]
Fun. [Said flatly, with a shrug. Great start, gang.]
[Shit, when was the last one of those…
[It’s not really a festival, but Aubrey lands on] Firework. [Which is how everyone celebrates everything, this side of suburbia.]
[Nice. Aubrey raises a fist and opens it, in the world’s most nonchalant mimic of a:] Blast.
[Explosive— Hmm.]
Sparkler. [It’s not cheating if they’re on different scales, shut up.]
[Huh? Odd connection. Aubrey tilts her head. Fireworks in cartoons say words, sometimes, but sparklers…
[Oh. She nods as the visual sparks to life. Usually, she and her friends made] Pictures.
[Sunny.]
Bri— Wait, no. [Different “bright,” still a repeat!]
Creative.
[“Pretend” seems too close, and she’s on thin ice with that slip-up, so:]
…World. [Thing that can be imagined by bright people.]
[Would that she knew any!
[…Although. It’s not a prose type of book, but:] Space.
[A brief eye-narrowing as if the connection from book to space to science takes a second to register. Oh, yeah…]
Nerd. [With a little nod. That means you, buddy.]
[Time to break out the thesaurus:] Geek.
Rebel. [Debatably, but now she’s just ribbing him.]
[Yeah!] Free-spirited.
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Yours?
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[Guess we'll never know!]
Game.
[As in "this is just a". Why get so personal, anyway?]
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[Wow, okay. She is just standing there, dude.]
Fun. [Said flatly, with a shrug. Great start, gang.]
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[Something fun...]
Festival.
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[Shit, when was the last one of those…
[It’s not really a festival, but Aubrey lands on] Firework. [Which is how everyone celebrates everything, this side of suburbia.]
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[Nice. Aubrey raises a fist and opens it, in the world’s most nonchalant mimic of a:] Blast.
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Bright.
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[Explosive— Hmm.]
Sparkler. [It’s not cheating if they’re on different scales, shut up.]
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Write.
[Has she ever done that? When Sano was a kid, he'd use his sparkler to write his name in kanji as fast as he could, right there in the sky. The trails of light would hang around almost long enough to read.]
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[Huh? Odd connection. Aubrey tilts her head. Fireworks in cartoons say words, sometimes, but sparklers…
[Oh. She nods as the visual sparks to life. Usually, she and her friends made] Pictures.
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Draw.
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[Sunny.]
Bri— Wait, no. [Different “bright,” still a repeat!]
Creative.
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Imagination.
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[“Pretend” seems too close, and she’s on thin ice with that slip-up, so:]
…World. [Thing that can be imagined by bright people.]
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Book.
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[Would that she knew any!
[…Although. It’s not a prose type of book, but:] Space.
hi my name's aubrey I'm 16 and I never fuckin learned how to read
Science.
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[A brief eye-narrowing as if the connection from book to space to science takes a second to register. Oh, yeah…]
Nerd. [With a little nod. That means you, buddy.]
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Smart.
[That doesn't mean he's a nerd.]
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[Time to break out the thesaurus:] Geek.
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Rebel. [Debatably, but now she’s just ribbing him.]
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[He can practically hear Haruaki shrieking (wait, is that really him?).]
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[Yeah!] Free-spirited.
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