Tʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ sᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅs ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇᴅ sɪɴᴄᴇ. Sᴄᴀɴs ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴏғ ʟɪǫᴜɪᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀs ᴀ ɴɪᴛʀᴏɢᴇɴ-ᴏxʏɢᴇɴ ᴀᴛᴍᴏsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ. Iᴛ ɪs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏsʏɴᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ʟɪғᴇ.
You like talking to yourself. That’s cool. A lot of people do. You know, I like singing in the shower. Yeah, I know it’s not really the same thing but I wouldn’t want anyone to hear it.
I am freaking out a tiny bit with excitement. Just a tiiiiiny bit.
The friend I’m getting into AoS just finished watching Turn, Turn, Turn.
Me: So, how’re you feeling post-betrayal?
Her: I dunno, I’m feeling kinda sad.
Me: I probably shouldn’t’ve laughed at that, huh?
Her: Yeah, that wasn’t a normal reaction.