Life's easier when working on really quick messes that come from all directions.

instead of not a lot going on. The opposite of having enough time to think about giving up my long-standing habit of destroying millions of Brokers every day. 

I mean it is a rough habit to break, won’t change the fact that none of these softies fight. 

They don’t do war, not the way. I understand they’re all like, kind and shit 

So I’ll just keep my sleep deprived butt busy with returning the favor and be peaceful. A great plan, no concerns or unnecessary attention.

Or at least that had been the plan until a kid showed up limping and bruised, and showing six signs of terrified of corners.

That is not gonna fly.

The fact that all the freedom fighters around here aren’t saying shit. means they know; about it and that this is not a new problem, which means it’s a problem.

They’re not capable of solving. 

Fair enough. 

This is a foster home in the west side of some random suburbia I don’t know what the fuck they’re called.

It’s like a cul-de-sac. I don’t even know what that is. Houses are weird.

Moving on.

There is a child in front of me that I am trying not to scare.

“Would you like to help me get some food from the diner for everyone?”

If I’ve ever seen a look, that says you were full of shit as in that moment, looking at this fucking kid. 

I like that she’s strong, still thinking, ready to roll.

I may as well help out a little bit; get rid of a few of this world's nightmares.

No mention of the fact that I made the giant ass order after we got to dinner. Blank staring at a stack of pancakes and frozen hot chocolate; sketched out.

Valid.

Not enough to stop me from lake blueberry syrup eating up these golden fluffy cakes.

Smart girl, taking advantage of bribes enough to start chowing.

Pains unavoidable in the world. Any world. But betrayal is just a choice of fowl souls who either die by the means or die by the end results.

Either way I’m staring at someone who shouldn’t know this level of first aid at her age.

Laeh is just sinking through green vinyl, chewing slowly and really carefully.

Defeated shrunk is the best I’ve got here. Those eyes are not present, bordering on vacant. poor kid. 

I’m gonna have to beat these assholes. I’ll never forget what kind of monsters they are. Maybe I’ll just rip a few new consequences into some hides.

“How about a talk? Wanna tell me if there’s anyone safe you can go to afterwards or are they all the enemy?”

At least that got attention, a little bit. I don't think anyone’s ever admitted a bad guy is being a bad guy in front of her. I guess I know something about that.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on or what happened, you just have to tell me if you want it to stop and then I can make it stop.”

Turning the blob into a chicken, I think it’s the best way to show her that I mean business, maybe get her laughing too. Also I love dancing.

Q chicken dance limbo inside my head move

Big thoughts in that little head; too big for a little kid.

Games monsters play shouldn’t have to be cared about among the innocent.

“Help me.” 

Those words look like they took everything Laeh has.

It's plenty more than enough.

“How about I escort you home tonight? Us adults can have a discussion between adults about making better decisions. Would that be alright kiddo?”