Crazy House (Closed)

(oh lol sorry fiction)
"nifty" smiled

'meet u outside the hotel later.' i grabbed a basket and began loading it with my favourite: fruits. Who cares about stable? Being happy isall that matters.

((Ahh... It's so quiet without her D: and where did Zoe go?))

'I'm used to new places, if that makes sense.' I answered over my shoulders. My basket was filling up already, and getting a little too heavy for me to carry.

( ik its gonna be a long week and idk(
"honey you want help with that?" i held out my hand to take the basket

I leaned towards him and paused for awhile before straightening back up, 'you're too nice.'

'Which makes you have to be mean more often than you'd like to be... Or be totally killed by wars people wedge for petite reasons you cannot comprehend.' I dropped the basket on the floor and sat down to peel a mango.

((What's his power?))

'Well, not that I like mine much. It feels like a dictator.' I threw him an apple.

I caught the apple, "Ya but you can' hurt people with yours" I looked dpwn at the apple
(to inflict pain mentaly he already almost accidently killed Nevers chara he can; control it)

'How do you know?' I answered, licking my lips.

'How about watching the person you love most become almost like a brain-dead?' I threw the question back at him, 'Everything kills, one way or another.'

'But it feels sort of gruesome yet interesting to make some one burst,' I gestured, 'like a balloon.'

'Anyway, you'd probably have realized... Those two...' I trailed off.

'Nothing. You'll figure...' I paused, thinking of something to fill in the gap. I opened my mouth, and then closed it again. I had nothing to say. Everything was centred around the incidents, issues of that damned love triangle.

'Kuso' I couldn't help it, I rarely cursed, but I had to. I was stuck there in the midsts of trying to stop myself from being an idiot by trying to get people who have complexes to solve problems that aren't exactly their fault, yet I couldn't.

'I don't really need sleep... A day and a half is common for me.' I laughed, 'You haven't seen the most.'

'I see..' I then said to myself quietly, 'too nice... too nice...'

'yea... Like me.' I took another mango and bit into it. It usually made me happier, but it didn't then. Of course, I wish I have a guy like him, but well... He's already being fought over by two girls whose minds have been lost in their hearts. I didn't want to be a third. I sighed.