Motif
Light streamed into the room from a crack in the curtains, making the grey shades flanking the window almost white with the morning sun. Its gentle, gilded touch ran across a polished dresser of oak and the sole framed photograph which sat on it. In the photo, four earth ponies stood before a velvet curtain; two mares who wore pink bow ties and two stallions, each beside an instrument. A mare with a black mane stood in the center of the picture with a stoic look on her face, flanked by a brown stallion who wore a polite smile on his. To her right was another mare with a leg wrapped along her shoulder and a large grin on her blue muzzle. In the back, a purple stallion smiled shyly behind the energetic mare.
What the light did not touch, however, was the myriad of other pieces of furniture and mementos lying in a neat and methodical pattern around the room. Pictures of famous composers lined the walls, each as level and precise as a painting in a museum. But, the most noticeable item in the room was a large, black instrument case as tall as the average pony was long.
Occasionally, a whisper of morning wind would blow through the open window, rustling the curtains just enough to make them dance with it. Voices of ponies starting their day would carry on the wind’s breath, sighing over the gentle sound of breathing and the tick of a bedside clock. It was almost quarter past eight in the morning, and everything was calm.
A tangle of blankets lay in a heap on top of the bed, the grey mare from the picture sprawled out under them. Her strictly neat nature faced rebellion from her subconscious, causing the state of disarray as one flank lay exposed to the open air, a cutie mark of a treble clef glaring at the ceiling. Her mane was not exempt from her nightly tossing and turning either, as the normally neat waves of ebony lay askew like a dark halo smashed by a prism.
“Mmm...” the mare quietly mumbled, in the midst of a dream. She and her ensemble were standing upon the stage dressed in their best; ready to perform for the discriminating audience of upper class Manehatten. The lights of the Pegasus Theater blazed above them, making her squint as she tried to make out the audience of phantom ponies. Octavia always preferred an audience she could see, but alas, it was out of her control, so she focused on the sheet music in front of her.
As the instruments around her sprang to life, Octavia took up the bow in her hoof and gently played along with the rest. Any sounds from the outside world were instantly drowned out by the wonderful, soothing musical piece flowing around her like a gentle stream. Never had she heard her comrades in better form than that night, for they all knew this was their big chance to perform in a high-class venue after the infamous Grand Galloping Gala incident.
Thunderous applause filled her ears as the last note died in the midst of the gathered audience. A few of them stood, pounding their hooves upon the floor as others sat quietly and clapped along. Certainly, it was not a full standing ovation, but she bowed with her ensemble nonetheless, for it was better than she had expected at any rate. But then, to her utmost surprise, bundles of roses rained down upon the performers. One was almost in her grasp before the fire alarm suddenly went off, causing the crowd to flee.
Octavia mumbled, ripped from her dream as her clock decided to intervene at one of the worst possible moments. A grey hoof emerged from the bundle of blankets, tapping on the bedside table in a blind search. The feeling of cold metal upon her leg meant a swift end to the din soon after. With the clock silenced, the mare pulled herself up in bed to clear her eyes of sleep with the back of a hoof.
She surveyed her room to find nothing noticeably out of place, more a forced habit now than anything else. The last time something obvious had been done to her room, the party responsible learned never to mess with her stuff again, and the lesson seemed to have stuck. This time. She breathed a sigh of relief and rolled out of the bed, lightly thudding on the floor as her weight suddenly made contact.
Unlike other ponies, she was a thorough morning mare, although it took her a little bit of time to get going. Ignoring the taste of the brass doorknob in her mouth, the sleepy pony opened the door out into the hall. A glint of sunlight made her stop just before her hoof stepped on a, mostly, empty bottle of whiskey lying haphazardly upon the floor. Already, she could feel her blood pressure begin to rise from the carelessness of her roommate.
That oafish mare said she would pick up after herself! Octavia cursed under her breath as she picked up the bottle, knowing between then and the time she would finish her shower that she would have calmed down from the minor slight. The bottle clinked against another empty one left on the side table, making her sigh in annoyance. With a deep breath to calm down, the grey pony turned around and strode down the hall, past the vexing filly’s door.
Spent glow sticks, beaded necklaces from Mare de Gras and pictures of famous ponies in varying degrees of inebriation plastered her roommate’s door. She did not cast a second glance upon the portal into The Pit, as Octavia called it. She had long since learned not to be curious about what manner of pestilence or filth resided beyond the door, but if it was anything like how she kept the rest of the apartment, well... she shuddered at the mere thought.
Locking the bathroom door behind her, she sighed in relief as she saw no signs of damage or mess. A smile grew upon her face as she trotted over to the vanity mirror above the bathroom sink. Opening the cabinet door, she braced herself for the worst, but found her toothbrush untouched, the disposable cup sitting on top: not a hair out of place. Is this what my life has become? she thought solemnly as she started to brush her teeth, not a minor feat for an earth pony. Is it really a surprise to wake up and not find a random pony or mess in my bathroom? ...I am out of here once I start making enough bits. Similar thoughts occurred to Octavia at least once a week.
Happy with her smile for the morning, the mare trotted over towards the tub, finding herself slightly apprehensive that the curtains for the shower were drawn. Well, there goes the clean bathroom. Over the last year or so she had lived in the apartment, she had woken up to find all manner of things asleep or otherwise in the bathtub, almost like it were a second guest room. On one occasion, she had found a cow, of all people, asleep in it! Not that she was not welcome (she was quite polite), but considering that bovines were not known to fit through pony doors, it was quite the mystery to all involved as to how she had managed to get inside in the first place.
Pulling the curtains aside, she let go of a breath she did not know she was holding; the tub was completely empty! Maybe her roommate was finally learning that if an acquaintance of hers needed a place to sleep for the night, they could share her room? A blush quickly blossomed on Octavia’s face, making her quite forcefully banish the unclean thought from her mind.
Stepping inside, she stopped cold as she got a look at the drain of the tub. She should have been desensitized to such things by then, but the sight of it still made her skin crawl. Blocking off the drain was a tangled mess of hair, some white, but mostly two shades of blue that created a clog the likes of which she had never dreamt possible before. She gritted her teeth and tried to hold it back, but she failed and shouted at the top of her lungs. “Vinyl Scratch!!”
Octavia stormed out of the bathroom and back into the hall, letting each hoof fall with as much force as she could muster while seething with clenched teeth at Vinyl’s insensitivity. It took all of her restraint to stop from backing against her door and bucking it in to give the demented unicorn a piece of her mind (and possibly a hoof to the face). Instead, she knocked on her door with her front leg, being as loud and insistent as possible to make the undoubtedly hung over mare as miserable as she could.
“Vinyl! Open this door right now!” she screeched as she stomped her front hooves into the door repeatedly. “What have I told you about combing in the shower, you miscreant!? You are getting out here right now to clean up after yourself! Celestia be damned if I have to do it again! Be quick about it too: unlike some ponies here, I actually work during the day!”
A loud thud and clatter answered her indignant calls before the door itself swung open in a feild of magic, making the earth pony back up, lest she be hit by it. As usual, a white cloth was draped over the door on the other side to block the contents of her room from view, upon Octavia’s insistence. Within a second, the white unicorn stuck her head out from behind the curtain.
“Wuzzat, Tavi?” she yawned with eyes welded shut.
“I said that you should clean that damnable clog in the shower before I have to go to work. Also, I asked you to clean up the kitchen when you got home, but I can see from here that you did not do it!”
Vinyl blinked at her, magenta eyes blurry and unfocused, as if she were standing there passively. Octavia did a very slight double-take at the sight, since it was very rare to see the infamous ‘DJ P0N-3’ without her ‘trademarked’ magenta sunglasses on. “Sorry, but I got in kind of late last night. And drunk.” She smiled and rubbed the back of her head. “It was a ‘damned if I do, bucked if I don’t’ choice since I know I would have messed up and gotten yelled at anyway, so I just didn’t bother!”
The urge to slap her hoof upon Vinyl’s face was overwhelming. “How many times do I have to say trying and failing is better than doing buck all!?”
The unicorn’s face dropped in shock. “Octavia! You swore! I’m so shocked that I might just faint!” she gasped dramatically, bringing a hoof to her forehead mockingly. However, her roommate was not amused. Instead, she stood there, tapping her hoof expectantly while glaring at her in a mixture of anger and frustration as the disk jockey grinned awkwardly. “Right: shower. Check!” she conceded, shutting the door and curtain behind her with a glow of red magic before she trotted down to the door at the end of the hall.
Octavia sighed right after the bathroom door shut. Getting that pony to do anything other than play video games or her loud music was like trying to give a cat a bath. Then again, she is beyond saving, what with her insanity and all, she thought as she made her way towards the kitchen to get started on breakfast. All the while, she kept her ears focused on the bathroom to make sure it at least sounded like Vinyl was keeping her promise.
Satisfied by the soft murmur of cursing, Octavia brought her attention back on where she was going just as she almost tripped over a large bag. “For a mare who values her records so much, it’s a wonder why she just tosses the bag onto the floor where anypony could step on them,” she pondered quietly to herself. Then again, asking that question was like asking why Celestia and Luna let bad things happen to good ponies... like having her live with Vinyl for as long as she had.
Octavia sighed as she took stock of the kitchen situation. Pot and pans littered the sink like a chrome-plated forest. Various bags of snacks and unwashed glasses sat on the counter, some of them still harbouring a tiny puddle of orange juice from yesterday’s breakfast and beyond. Plates and bowls were haphazardly stacked on top of each other, a couple bearing food leftover from other meals past, creating a faint stench of decay and mildew.
However, even that was not the worst part of it all. What really disturbed Octavia most of all was the fact that none of this, not even the massive clog in the bathtub drain, surprised her anymore! A growing fear spread across her mind that one day she would wake to a mess in her own bedroom and even be nonchalant about it! She shuddered at the thought and decided to focus on cleaning the kitchen as best as she could. Before it was too late!
Moving aside some dishes into the sink to soak, the earth pony began to prepare a modest breakfast of cereal, toast and apple juice. However, the haze of sleep still clung to her mind, having been denied her refreshing morning shower: her equivalent to the gallons of coffee a certain unicorn guzzled like water.
The clock on the wall ticked with every second lost as the grey mare prepared her hasty breakfast as a constant reminder that she needed to be out the door and halfway across Canterlot in less than an hour. She had already spent more than her share of time dealing with Scratch and the various messes that she left behind, meaning that she would need to hurry with her shower and get out as soon as possible.
Octavia walked over to the table with her plate clenched in her teeth and growled at herself for neglecting to clean it off before her food was ready. She gently set her bowl and plate in one of the few clear spots on the table before grasping several different sections of newspaper within a front leg. Tactically throwing them squarely onto Vinyl’s seat, she let out a sigh of self-satisfaction before sitting down at her spot.
CRUNCH!
Her eyes shot wide open at the muffled sound of something breaking beneath her posterior. It almost sounded like glass and, for a split second, her mind entertained the embarrassing task of hobbling to the hospital to get shards of a vodka bottle extracted from her flank. However, there was no pain as the quick shot of adrenaline faded from her system. She took a chance and stood up to survey the damage, only to gasp in shock at what she found.
Lying upon the hard wooden surface was the broken remains of Vinyl Scratch’s favourite sunglasses. Magenta shards of glass glittered in the morning light, gleaming like frozen drops of rain. Well, at least it is just the lenses, Octavia thought as she gingerly picked up the broken shades with her hooves amongst the field of splintered glass.
“The frames seem to be fine, so it’s just a matter of replacing the glass,” she said as she turned them over to look, one end in either hoof.. “It’s not like she can’t get them fitted for new lenses or anything, since this has happened bef-”
“HEY TAVI!” A shout echoed like cannon fire through the apartment, startling the half-awake mare, disguising the sound of a crack between her hooves. “I fixed that clog for ya! Go and have that shower now, if you still want.” When she heard the slam of the door, Octavia looked down at what she held before her, and groaned in frustration. Not only were the lenses smashed to smithereens, but now the frames were bent beyond all hope of repair. Curse my earth pony strength! Ah well, she has at least two dozen other pairs of sunglasses, she rationalized. I am sure these were her favourites, but she can just replace them at the same Bit Store she bought them at.
“I just started. Give me a minute or two!” Octavia called back. Trotting over to the cupboard, she grabbed her dustpan and broom and swept up the remains of the glasses before she threw them unceremoniously into the garbage. Wait a moment, she paused as she looked at the calendar. It garbage collection day today, isn’t it? Without wasting a moment’s hesitation, she picked the bag out of the bin and tied it tightly before depositing the green bag down the garbage chute.
“At this rate, I am never going to get there on time!” The tidy mare bemoaned and trotted back over to the table. She hungrily wolfed down her breakfast since she did not like it when the cereal became soggy. All the while, her mind wandered to how her roommate would react to the loss of her favourite shades.
Knowing Vinyl, she’d probably get into a bit of a hissy fit about Octavia touching her stuff, despite the fact she left them on her chair, and probably not talk to her for a day or so, which the grey pony would have no problem with. Then, after telling her how it had happened, the disk jockey would recognize that they were, in fact, gaudy and tacky before forgiving her in her typical ‘all is forgiven’ hug: a hug Octavia nicknamed ‘The Bone Crusher.’ Either way, it was a small issue since Vinyl destroyed a lot of her things regardless!
With an idea of what to expect over the next couple of days from Vinyl, Octavia finished her breakfast, cleaned up after herself and trotted back into the bathroom for a quick shower. Stepping into the tub, she was relieved to find the offending clog had left no trace. She drew the curtains shut and turned on the water just as the sound of another door opened and shut, but she paid it no attention.
After a swift, yet thorough shower, Octavia stepped out of the bathroom with the steam cascading behind her as it met the cooler air. She ignored the flurry of activity coming from the living room and quietly stepped into her bedroom, hoping to delay the moment of truth as long as possible. However, in the middle of brushing her mane, she became disconcerted by the sound of squealing wood on wood and sighed. “I suppose it is time to face the music. Before she destroys the rest of the furniture.”
Coming out of her bedroom fully prepared for her day had not prepared her for what she was seeing. “VINYL!” She shouted over the grunts of frustration coming from the unicorn. “What in Celestia’s name are you DOING!?” The couch lay on its back, spilling pillows and cushions upon the floor. Drawers were open and their contents were strewn about like a hurricane had hit the apartment: a hurricane named Vinyl Scratch.
“I’m looking for my shades, Tavi!” she panted as she peeked inside a kitchen cabinet. “Can you please help me find them? I can’t be DJ P0N-3 without the shades! It completes the whole look!”
“What look? That you are a lunatic drunkard whose fashion sense is stuck in limbo between now and the eighties?” Octavia replied with a snap.
“Hey! I told you that I have a genetic predisposition to alcohol! Have I ever told you about my great-uncle Giuseppe?”
“About a hundred times; and as much as I appreciate a tale of a drunken pony saving themselves in the bush by sodomizing a lion, I don’t really CARE!” Naturally, after hearing about such ‘shenanigans,’ Octavia had made a mental note that she never EVER wanted to meet any members of her family.
“That’s great, but it still doesn’t help me find them,” she cried out, banging her head against the kitchen cabinet.
“I... might know what happened to them,” Octavia confessed, looking away from her as she spoke.
Vinyl was upon her faster than a Canterlot noble on a debutante of an influential family. There was a shadow of tears in her eyes, glimmering with hope. It was rare to see her so expressive, since she always kept her eyes hidden behind those irritating shades. “Really!?” she cried out desperately. “Please, tell me where they are!”
“Well... Keep in mind that it is all your fault since I did not see them until it was too late… and that I was not quite awake and paying attention… but… they’re in the garbage! I accidentally sat on them and they were beyond repair.” Vinyl’s face fell like a stack of bricks as soon as the word ‘garbage’ came out of the other pony’s mouth. It only fell further with every second after, twisting into an unseen torrent of agony and sorrow. Everything remained quiet as it slowly dawned upon the unicorn just what, exactly, had happened.
“You... you threw them out!?” she seethed in little more than a whisper, eyes widened as if she were just now seeing Octavia for the first time in her life. She backed away slowly from the earth pony until her rump hit the breakfast table. “How... How could you? I’d... I would never do something like... like throw out your bow, even if it WAS ruined! I... Octavia... You...” Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
Octavia found herself stymied by the spectacle in front of her. She had only known Vinyl Scratch to be smooth, even-tempered, collected and even mirthful in the face of sheer danger or civility. Yet here she was, standing in front of her with tears spilling from her eyes over the loss of a piece of eyewear. “Vinyl, I’m really sorry for throwing something of yours out,” she spoke softly. “I crossed a line but what is done is done. Is it really worth getting upset over though? I mean, they’re only sunglasses.”
“Only... They’re ONLY sunglasses!?” A look of greater hurt played across her face before becoming enveloped in sheer anger. “Wh-What do you know about ANYTHING, Octavia!? ONLY SUNGLASSES!? Is your bucking cello or double bass or whatever the HELL you call it JUST a... whatever in Tartarus it is!? NO! YOU would be pissed if I broke it, even by accident, so why can’t I feel the same for my shades!?”
“Uh... because they are not essential to your livelihood?” she took a stab in the dark, taking a subconscious step back from the raving mare. Only once had Octavia seen the DJ angry, but she had not been the target that time. Magenta eyes burned with fury as Vinyl bared her teeth, taking a wide stance in a way that intimidated Octavia, as if the unicorn were going to charge and try to gore her with her rather sharp, now that she thought about it, horn.
“Damn you, Octavia. Just, DAMN YOU!” the unicorn screeched as the door leading out of the apartment blazed in a glow of red while nearly flying off of its hinges. She bolted, out the door and down the stairs before her roommate could be afforded even a second to think. Sure, the cellist knew she would be upset, but this? She followed the crazed mare in hot pursuit.
“Vinyl!” she cried out as she ran down the stairs as fast as she dared. Her heart thumped in her chest as she tried to stop herself from falling and breaking her neck. Doors opened in front of her as curious and sleepy ponies emerged from their rooms to find the source of all the commotion, but she ignored them, passing as nothing more than blurs on the edge of her vision.
A sliver of blue whipped around the end of a flight of stairs, cementing her determination as Octavia knew she was, somehow, catching up to her. She tried calling out again, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Down another flight of stairs, she could make out the entirety of her two-tone blue tail and even half of her cutie mark before it disappeared from sight.
Having traveled up and down the stairs almost every day for over a year, Octavia could tell they were nearing the final bend and put in one last burst of speed. However, she had unfortunately forgotten that the one stair at the top was just a little taller than the others. Her heart fell out of her chest as her hoof slipped on the smooth wood, causing her to shriek in terror as she fell down the rest of the stairs. She tumbled down, expecting a sharp impact with the floor and maybe a broken bone or two.
Octavia barely had time to blink as she sailed over the top of the final flight of stairs and down to the floor that Vinyl had just reached. However, instead of hard wood, she impacted something far softer which squealed in shock from the sudden strike. As her eyes opened from the blink, Octavia found herself buried muzzle-first in a soft white coat.
“What are you doing!?” the white unicorn cried. “Get off!” Before she could object, the white mare flank-checked her, bouncing the other pony off with a surprising amount of force. As Octavia pushed herself up to resume the chase, she found the DJ standing still, facing a door to the side of the main entrance.
“What do you two think you are doing!?” shouted the voice of a mare standing in the doorway. A scowl played across her face as she regarded the troublemaker and her roommate, horn glimmering with blue magic. Her red mane lay tangled and messy on her head, bronze coat sticking out in patches, undoubtedly having been asleep just moments before. The most distinguishing feature about her, however, had to be her artificial front legs which gleamed silver. “Do you have any idea what time it is!? Explain yourselves. Now!”
“It’s none of your business, old mare!” the younger unicorn snapped.
“I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Pretty Penny,” Octavia quickly spoke for her. “I set her off when I accidentally broke her sunglasses this morning and then threw them out because there was no way they could be fixed!”
“Liar! You’ve always hated the DJ P0N-3 look! I would bet a thousand bits that you broke them on purpose!” Without warning, the mare exploded towards the door, only to be stopped cold by a blue barrier that had been conjured. “Let me out!” she shouted at the spellcasting land lady. “I have to go and save my shades!”
“Not after you’ve been so rude to me. If you were one of my foals, I’d have bucked your flank from here to Port Noble!” The landlady’s eyes remained focused on Vinyl’s, making the angry unicorn back down, but only a little bit. “You have to learn that other ponies live in this building and that they are entitled to their peace and qui-”
“Blah, blah, blah, I know, you miserable old mule,” she shot back. Before either of the more sensible mares could tell her to stop, the DJ pulled out a spent glowstick hidden under her mane and threw it at the other unicorn. Having broken her concentration by the tap to the horn, she sprinted out the door and into the street.
“Vinyl!” Octavia called. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Penny,” she apologized before she too ran out of the door after her wayward roommate. Looking both ways down the street to check, she saw the white unicorn giving chase to a cart filled with black plastic garbage bags and pleading the ponies pulling it to stop as she went. The grey mare ran after her, earth pony endurance allowing her to slowly catch up to the tiring unicorn.
“Please, STOP!” the DJ cried with uncharacteristic desperation. Yet, the ponies ahead either did not hear her, or did not care as the cart slowly lifted off the ground and took to the sky, taking with it her hopes of ever getting them back. She slid to a halt on the stone brick street, dazed as she followed the cart with her eyes before it vanished over the canopy of roofs and towers of Canterlot.
Octavia slowed to a trot when she saw her roommate stop and hunch over as soon as it became apparent that it was over. “Vinyl?” she spoke softly as she approached. “I am sorry I threw them out, but you would have agreed with me if you saw the state they were in. There are other pairs of shades, even if they aren’t quite the same. I think you’re making a big fuss over nothing.”
Out of all the sounds she expected to hear come from Vinyl Scratch, never in a million years would she have expected to hear the gentle sobs that caused her body to shake. Octavia’s jaw dropped despite herself. She had seen Vinyl angry, happy, intoxicated, passed out, and various states in between, but never had she seen her upset. “Are you okay?” she spoke softly and placed a hoof on her shoulder.
The DJ looked back at her, Magenta eyes puffy and reddened as tears streamed down her face. “D-Do I look okay to you, dipshit?” she cried, “G-get your filthy hoof off of me!” Octavia’s eyes widened as she forcefully had her hoof slapped off of the other mare’s shoulder. “You... you’ve ruined my life! They weren’t just shades you... YOU!”
The grey mare stepped back as Vinyl rounded on her, the tears continuing to flow from her eyes with anger and sorrow wrapped into one dangerous cocktail. “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE!” she screamed, drawing attention from other ponies on the street. “DON’T YOU PRETEND TO BE SORRY! THEY WERE JUST A PAIR OF STUPID SUNGLASSES TO YOU! I HATE YOU, OCTAVIA!” The DJ continued to close in on the cellist with seething eyes, making her back up in fright.
“I... I’m sorry, Vinyl! Really! If you had just told me they meant that much to you, I would have-”
“DON’T BUCKING LIE TO ME!!” Vinyl screamed with all of her might, making Octavia’s ears ring as if she had yelled through a loudspeaker. The offended unicorn wheeled around on the spot. Before the cellist could say or do anything, her vision was filled by white and the sensation of falling before her back hit the paved streets. The sounds of sobbing and galloping hooves filled the air, both slowly growing quiet as she lay stunned on the street with her face throbbing.
Octavia sat upright, head wheeling as it slowly dawned on her that she had just been bucked in the face. Ponies who had been watching the scene were coming forward to make sure that she was not in need of medical attention, probably. She pushed herself back onto her hooves and assured everypony that she was fine. It was Vinyl, however, that she was worried about, but the DJ was long gone.
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New Story!
Looks good, I'ma read through.
CONGRATS! 230 ON MY READ LATER LIST!!!
Oh, my. I think I can tell where this is headed: an explanation of WHY the sunglasses are so important.
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Excellent observation. Your powers of deduction are remarkable.
1390471
Why thank you.
New octyscratch? Here.. we.. go!
Alright, first paragraph was... Just a lot of colours, you might wanna rethink that. Kay back to it.
Alright, just ask a friend, Any friend, to preread first? You have... It's almost there but your flow, style and sentence structure are just very, very awkward. I won't downvote, in hopes you find one. But man. Awkward.
Nice job, my first taste of your writings, but you've definitely made a good show of yourself.
Favourite for the updates, and a good pat on the back for ya!
Ciroton? And OctaScratch story? AND ROMANCE!?
IF ONLY I COULD READ THIS NOW
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I don't see a 'Romance' Tag up there, do you?
I approve of this story, on the condition that Giuseppe gets a side-story immediately.
I knew what was going to happen the moment Octavia threw the broken shades down the garbage chute. Not a very bright move on her part.
1391377 I DID! I KNOW I DID!
... -checks tags- ... The colors are too similar... dammit. Unless you changed it when I wasn't looking.... -shrug-
Oh well. Whatever. Still tracking.
Damn... I am at a loss for words. -removes from read later and adds to tracking-
OCTAVIA, YOU IDIOT! WHAT THE BUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!
Curiouser and curiouser...
.... Though, what is the story behind the shades?
*goes to read next chapter*
Woah.
Intense.
This is going to be a good one