
I really like some harlequin-stories, so I don't intend to be a party-pooper but...
*coughs*
..that scar won't disappear magically after crossing the ocean...( ̄∇ ̄")
(One shouldn't expect a PTSD-therapist out of nowhere in this setting, but still...*sighs*...nevermind, I'll take this unwanted snippet of realism and put it back to where it came from ^^)

"...if you met another pitiful and unsatisfied snake, what would you do?!"
Like, really, what WOULD you do...
As far as I am concerned, by brain decided that this is the only proper moment to remember furuba, Tohru, Ayame and a very cold day.
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It's finally happening, I guess. Me losing it, that is.

After a roundtrip to get to the bottom of the word "shrew"...I'm pissed. Well, in my language the "shrew"-part of the title is meant as "unruly, rebellious" (which I'd take any day in opposition to "Xanthippe, virago").
it's kind of interesting that there's a plethora of (ancient) names for women who don't do as they're told (or as expected), but none of them is positive...long story short: I guess I'd have been burned on the stake if I had been born back then.
(and on a side-note: if being " a Xanthippe" means I'm about to kick my husband's ass because he's spending money and "philosphizing in Athen's streets" is his means of killing time, while endangering his sons...yeah, then I would be one, too! #-.-))
This escalation once the door closes inevitably reminds me about my instinctive "bless you"-anwer when my neighbor in the opposite building sneezed. (Built in the 1960: I can even tell when the neighbors handy alarm goes off - one story above.)
I'm amazed by the level of soundproofing rooms supposedly have nowadays ^^
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