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❝ "If you're scared, don't do it, but if you're going to; keep your eyes open." ❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#7AA9DD ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #BCD2EE】
|| Fight Song|| Rachel Platten ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#7AA9DD ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #BCD2EE】
|| Fight Song|| Rachel Platten ||
Alice was being stubborn, even if her hands were shaking as she carved her pumpkin, she wanted to do it on her own. "I think Alice might be having a hard time because she's realized that she can't protect herself, so she wants to do things on her own to have a little more independence and feel like she's in control." Viola said quietly as Alice did her best to carve. Cal brought Ophie her own pumpkin, which she seemed to have no trouble piercing into with her twin tails. Alice watched her, looking down at the knife in her hands, then at the others, who all seemed to have an easy go at carving their pumpkins. She was the only one struggling, the only one that was weak. They were all able to protect her, all the time. It wasn't fair, Alice wanted to protect them to!
"I want another cookie," she reached for it, sitting back on behind as she nibbled on the cookie. BunBun was on her lap, somehow not covered in pumpkin innards like her hands. "Alice, it's okay to ask for help." Sonata said softly, noticing the shake in Alice's hands. "No, I can do it. I can..." she trailed off, looking at the leaf that wasn't looking like a leaf in the least. "Here, let me assist you." Viola knelt down so that Sonata could finish up her own pumpkin. Alice relented, allowing Viola to guide her hands and fix the leaf so it finally looked like one. "Better?" Alice nodded, it finally looked right. "Why does everyone else's look so good?"
They all looked much better than her's. "Do you want to make another one?" Sonata's was done, her turkey looking life like. "We'll place them all on the porch tonight and put candles in them so they glow." Cal decided, just like Hallow's Eve, only a bit later. "Can I make another one?" Viola went to fetch another pumpkin, "This one is gonna be a flower," because Baron Pierce reminded her of flowers. She traced the picture with a pencil, like she did the first time, this time allowing Viola to guide her hands so that they didn't ruin the flower the same way they did the leaf. "I want to take the insides out," Viola cut the top off, handing Alice the scraper.
"It smells," she wrinkled her nose, dumping the pumpkin goo onto the piece of plastic that had been set on the floor. Her hands were sticky and the sleeves of her dress were stained orange. "Look, I took it all out!" She pointed to the now hollow pumpkin, which had a perfectly flat bottom for a candle to sit inside of.