Sugarcane

Because of course it is.\n\nBut it's not [[your story|Story]] anymore.

Your [[skirt|BlouseS]]\n\nYou aren't wearing one, you're just covered in tattoos. Made of the finest silk, with delicate embroidary.\n\nYour [[hat|HatB]]\n\n[[Back|Story]]

Alright, the mohican has blonde bangs.\n\nBut they keep out of your eyes.\n\nYou want a clear look at that [[firing squad|Firing squad]].\n

It's all [[so|so]]

[[<3|Yessss]]

You brush the [[hair|Hair]] out of your eyes.\n\nYou want a clear look at that [[firing squad|Firing squad]].

You hate small talk.\n\n[[Back|Here they]]\n

[[You|You]]'re in a [[cafe|Cafe]].\n\nYou're here to meet a [[friendloveracquaintancemysteriouscontact|Friend]].

Bold electric blue eyeshadow, giving them a sci-fi look. A warm smile, with perfect teeth; with teeth that are just slightly crooked, so they seem real. Long, supermodel mascara. No makeup at all, they don't bother with stupid stuff like that.\n\nRugged, tough guy clothing. A real badass. Bandana, backpack, combats. With a tutu, because they knew that would make you go all gooey.\n\nLight and bubbly and giggly! Prone to being mororse, deep and thoughtful. Always knows when to ask how you are, and when to give you some space.\n\nYou want to [[make love|Crush]] their [[brains out|Brains out]].

[[Light|Light]] your [[cigarette|Cigarette]].

Who cares who they are. They're oppressors. The [[cis scum|Cis scum]].\n\n[[Back|Firing squad]]

Presumably his family is being held hostage, and he's forced into this.\n\n[["Sorry"|Sorry]] his eyes twinkle.

"Who knew, you can hit me when I give you a sporting chance."\n\nBLAM BLAM [[BLAM|BLAM]]

A dark, secret passion.\n\nYou bet [[it would be glorious|Glorious]].

You wake.

He is [[presumably|Presumably]] the one who will save you.

They smell like perfumes, and tropical rainforests, but without the poison; and ever so slightly like [[wet dog|Wet dog]].\n\n[[Anyway|Smoke]]

Your [[skirt|Skirt]].\n\nYour [[blouse|Blouse]].\n\nYour [[hat|Hat]].\n\n[[Back|Story]]\n

A rebellion mourns, yet is galvanised, and proceeds to topple the government.\n\nThe new society is [[intoxicatingly pink|Pink]].\n\nBut it's not [[your story|Story]] anymore.

[[Their face|Face]].\n\n[[Their clothes|Clothing]].\n\n[[Their personality|Personality]].

Your [[shiny pink steel toe capped stiletto punk platforms|Platforms]].\n\n[[Amazingly|Amazingly]] cool.

Well, maybe there are [[romantic undertones|Romantic]].

You flick the cigarette to the ground, and stamp it out with your [[shoe|Shoe]].

Your [[skirt|HatS]]\n\nYour [[blouse|HatB]]\n\nLudicrously tall, flamboyantly mauve, it sways yet remains planted upon your noggin. It is five hats. It is the greatest hat.\n\n[[Back|Story]]

Need a [[one liner|one liner]].

Your cigs are long, and [[smell|Smell]] lovely, not like the ones smoked by those drunks outside the pub you pass every day.\n\nYou [[light|Smoke]] it.

Loyal only to [["the state"|State]].\n\nDon't these bitches realise the people are the state?\n\n[[Back|Firing squad]]

Friend. [[Definitely friend|Definitely friend]].\n\n[[Here they come now|Here they]], friendly and warm.

Your [[shiny pink stiletto platforms|Stiletto platforms]].

shiny pink steel toe capped stiletto punk platforms

[[Their face|PersonalityF]].\n\n[[Their clothing|PersonalityC]].\n\nLight and bubbly and giggly! Prone to being mororse, deep and thoughtful. Always knows when to ask how you are, and when to give you some space.

The soldiers holster their rifles, the bullets freeze in place.\n\n[[Back|Shoot]]

[[Wait|Wait]], [[stop|Stop]].

You're [[smoking|smoking]] again.\n\nYou aren't sure [[where you are|Where]].

[[Here they come now|Here they]], friendly and warm, just a little flirty.\n\n

You have one of those cool flicky lighters, with the lid. A zippo you think they're called.\n\nYou light the [[cigarette|Smoke]].\n

Scandelously short, yet respectably long. Neon purple, moody light blue.\n\nYour [[blouse|Clothes]]\n\nLudicrously tall, flamboyantly mauve, it sways yet remains planted upon your noggin. It is five hats. It is the greatest hat.\n\n[[Back|Story]]

Well, wet dog.\n\n[[Anyway|Smoke]]

You chat and smile, not nervous, not awkward, you [[just chat|Just chat]].\n\nYou look at [[them|Them]].

Just like a human being.\n\n[[Back|Coffee]]

You leave your hair the fuck alone, because an advantage of a [[bright pink mohican|Mohican]] is it keeps out of your eyes.\n\nYou want a clear look at that [[firing squad|Firing squad]].

You have one of those cool flicky lighters, with the lid. A zippo you think they're called.\n\nYour cigs are long, and [[smell|Smell]] lovely, not like the ones smoked by those drunks outside the pub you pass every day.\n\nYou blow one of those fancy smoke rings.\n\n[[Effortlessly|Effortlessly]] cool.

5 [[steely killers|Killers]], though the cute sixth one on the far right has a [[look of remorse|Remorse]] in his eyes.\n\n[[Shoot|Shoot]].

Your lungs squeeze out the precise amount of air, which your vocal chords carefully shape into an appropriate approximation, and ship off to the tongue and mouth for marketing and final checks. A few harsh bits chipped off, a tone corrected, and there.\n\nCis scum. You say it again. You shout it. No-one bats an eyelid, then they are all outraged, hurt and shocked to the bone by it, then they all cheer, celebrating your syllables.\n\nYour battle cry. Cis scum cis scum cis scum! The only strength you have, condensed into two words. Two words beginning with an unsatisfying "sssssssss" sound nonetheless.\n\n[[Back|Firing squad]]

Your [[skirt|Clothes]]\n\nYou aren't wearing one, you're just covered in tattoos. Made of the finest silk, with delicate embroidary.\n\nLudicrously tall, flamboyantly mauve, it sways yet remains planted upon your noggin. It is five hats. It is the greatest hat.\n\n[[Back|Story]]

There's just, something about the smell, reminds you of...\n\n[[Well...|Well]]

[[<3|<3]]

Scandelously short, yet respectably long. Neon purple, moody light blue.\n\nYou aren't wearing one, you're just covered in tattoos. Made of the finest silk, with delicate embroidary.\n\nLudicrously tall, flamboyantly mauve, it sways yet remains planted upon your noggin. It is five hats. It is the greatest hat.\n\n[[Back|Story]]

He is the one who would save you, but you're far too badass to go getting saved.\n\n[[Back|Firing squad]]

They smell of mint, and rhubarb, and freshly put on paint.\n\n[[Back|Yessss]]

[[Their face|ClothingF]].\n\nRugged, tough guy clothing. A real badass. Bandana, backpack, combats. With a tutu, because they knew that would make you go all gooey.\n\n[[Their personality|PersonalityC]].

Skip the [[boring bit|Boring bit]] with the greeting.\n\n[[Have a lovely cola/coffee|Coffee]].

Breathtakingly cool.\n\nYou smile in your sleep.\n\n[[Wake up|Wake up]]

You brush the [[bangs of your blonde beehive|Beehive]] out of your eyes.\n\nYou want a clear look at that [[firing squad|Firing squad]].

With spikes [[and shit|And shit]].

No-one complains.\n\n[[Back|Story]]

[[Their face|Crush]].\n\nRugged, tough guy clothing. A real badass. Bandana, backpack, combats. With a tutu, because they knew that would make you go all gooey.\n\nLight and bubbly and giggly! Prone to being mororse, deep and thoughtful. Always knows when to ask how you are, and when to give you some space.

Breathtakingly cool.\n\nYou [[smile|smile]]

Your [[steel toe cap punk boot|Punk boot]].

Bold electric blue eyeshadow, giving them a sci-fi look. A warm smile, with perfect teeth; with teeth that are just slightly crooked, so they seem real. Long, supermodel mascara. No makeup at all, they don't bother with stupid stuff like that.\n\n[[Their clothing|Crush]].\n\nLight and bubbly and giggly! Prone to being mororse, deep and thoughtful. Always knows when to ask how you are, and when to give you some space.

Fuck yes.\n\n[[Back|Stiletto platforms]]

Orangeban

Charming and homey, but also slightly hipsterish without being indie.\n\nThey serve delicious [[cola|Cola]].\n\n[[Back|Story]]

Scandelously short, yet respectably long. Neon purple, moody light blue.\n\nYour [[blouse|BlouseS]]\n\nYour [[hat|HatS]]\n\n[[Back|Story]]

There is also coffee. It [[tastes like cola|Tastes]].\n\n[[Back|Story]]