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// SMH 
// Story: Journal of Occasional Nonsensicality 
// by Acryliks 
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My glare strengthened as I thought harder. It would be my turn any moment, and I needed to have something ready for when it was.

“...”

“...”

“...sorting my haiku's...” Octavia stated. I nodded slightly in understanding, preparing to give my answer.

“...simplifying my... horology...” I spoke. Octavia raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a good one,” she said quietly.

“Thank you, thank you,” I responded. It was completely silent in the home. You could hear a pin drop, through a door, with earmuffs on. It was dead. Silent.

“...”

“...”

“...sharing... my hieroglyphics...” she told me. I smiled, trying not to laugh.

“That’s not bad,” I told her. She nodded her thanks silently with a large grin spread across her face. We started at each other for a few more moments...

“...stating my hypothesis,” I thought aloud. Octavia nodded again.

“...”

“...”

“...superimposing my... humanity...” Octavia told me. I raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a really good one,” I told her. She smiled proudly.

“Thank you.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the sound of keys at the door could be heard. The door opened as Vinyl stepped into the house with a pair of saddlebags across her back.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” she asked us. We both grinned at each other before answering.

“We were having a competition, of sorts,” Octavia spoke. Vinyl glanced over to me.

“Vinyl, what does Ess Em Aitch stand for?” I asked her. She blinked a few times.

“...shaking my head?” she half-asked, half-told me. I nodded.

“Octavia and I were seeing who could come up with the best alternate meaning to the acronym,” I told her, biting my tongue so I didn’t laugh at my explanation. Vinyl blinked a few more times.

“...that’s pretty silly, you know that, right?” she asked us.

“Of course it is.” I told her. She flinched.

“You... whatever, just help me put these groceries away.”