Keenan nods. It's a sensible way of putting it. Even if they think of themselves as a scientist, it's one who's playing a game wrapped up in the skin of a science experiment.
"Sounds like interesting reading. Wouldn't know if I'd file it with Grimm or Christie. Or hell, Butcher. But... Yuuki would definitely want it for the Archives."
Keenan starts spreading mayo thin on the toast for his assembly line.
"I know what genre my story is in. Postapocalyptic YA fiction bullshit. It starts off with all the adults in the world falling asleep with this... blissed out expression, then throws in Nightmares striding in, from our dreams through the ocean to the Wake, for a turning point."
He goes quiet for a second. There, mayo is done; half the toast is coated. On to the lettuce.
"Even I don't know how I survived until I could fight back, but it was like that for 5 years before we could do anything about it."
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"Sounds like interesting reading. Wouldn't know if I'd file it with Grimm or Christie. Or hell, Butcher. But... Yuuki would definitely want it for the Archives."
Keenan starts spreading mayo thin on the toast for his assembly line.
"I know what genre my story is in. Postapocalyptic YA fiction bullshit. It starts off with all the adults in the world falling asleep with this... blissed out expression, then throws in Nightmares striding in, from our dreams through the ocean to the Wake, for a turning point."
He goes quiet for a second. There, mayo is done; half the toast is coated. On to the lettuce.
"Even I don't know how I survived until I could fight back, but it was like that for 5 years before we could do anything about it."