Moonspear shrimps is bugs

She was ready for the feedback but she couldn’t help it… she actually laughed when Meerkat had gotten partway through it, and had to keep a lid on the laugh to hear the rest. Fucking hell. Seriously?

Sorry, just… tiptoeing around it drives me nuts. It’s way worse. I mean it when I say I want honesty, because otherwise how the fuck am I supposed to know how anyone feels? No offense, and thanks for really being honest. I actually really appreciate it. She huffed a final one, then regained her composure.

There’s only one part I have to argue with. I don’t take the things anyone says badly. It’s the things they don’t say. Maybe, if everyone stopped trying to dance around things for my own good, I could stop going crazy trying to read between the lines and actually get somewhere. She let out a breath, sitting down abruptly. Fat chance of that with Fig now, but it felt good to say it. She knew she hadn’t managed to come across well in her argument with her brother but here, with Meerkat, it was easier. When she had something to work with she could get to the root of her own issues too.

I know, though. That I can be a lot. With strangers ‘bitch’ was a title she wore with pride, but anyone she cared about… it was different. At least, she wanted it to be; but as long as they assumed, she knew there was nothing she could do.