Okey so, how does this sound-
:notes: We are the Country Gems!
We’re trying to enslave your race,
And if you think we can’t then,
You’re probably fucking right- :notes:
:notes: That’s why the humans of this dump, believe in, Diamond! Amethyst! And Pearl! And Maira! :notes:
Amazing I know~
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“Uuugh” Wow this counter sure looks nice. It’s grey, and sticky, and dull, and sticky, and powdered with a lot of sugar, and sti-𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘨.
Ripping her head up and quickly plastering an ‘the customer is always right!’ smile, Maira greeted whoever decided to come in at this hour. “Welcome to the Big Donut, where we have all your donut-y needs!” They came in with music pumping.
“Uh! Uh-uh! Yeah! Oh-“ It was 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘴. Of course it was. He dropped what he was carrying in favour of snapping the headphones he was wearing off, sliding them down his neck onto his shoulders. “Sup?” The growl coming from Maira’s throat was practically lethal on its own.
“Please tell me it did not take you literally an entire hour just to pick up a delivery of three 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 pastries!” He scooped them up and threw a disarming wave at her bashfully. “Chill, dude.”
“I’ll chill when it’s your funeral-“ Matthias drops the boxes onto the counter, shoving away a pop-up poster, and flings open the top package.
“Look, see? They’re all good,” He spots one with a splayed filling, “for the most part!” Maira rest her elbows and leans on her hands again, because honestly who even cared. These would last them the rest of the week anyways. It’s a small town. Like, really really small.
They each take one and stock those into the display case beneath the counter, then take the extra to the back for later refills and add it to stock. Now back at the front Maira sits on a hidden stool behind and just window watches.
“Jeez, you look like you had a tough morning?” She blows a curl of hair out of her view before it drifts back. “Yeah, found people linked to my birthmark. It was fucking insane. Apparently I’m like part alien or something? I’m gonna find them again after work.”
Matthias stares at her hard. “Oh yeah, as you do.” She snorted, “C’mon, there’s no way this could have ever been just a human thing! Auntie has always been active weird about it too.”
He brushes his hand through his hair. “Yeah I guess.” He slides over to her and hops up on the counter. “What’re they like?”
She looks off for a moment. “Very, different. Basically, if they were aware of American culture they’d be walking, talking shitlords. You know, like yourself.” He flicks her forehead and she sticks her tongue back at him.
“I just hope they don’t run off. I really want to know more about where I came from, where my mom came from.”
“So what’re you still doing here then? Shouldn’t you go and talk to them now before they can go anywhere?”
She dramatically face plants onto the table, “Yes! But I also need money!” Matthias chuckles at her.
“Hey you know what, just leave, I’ll cover for you!” Maira throws her head back with hair flying and overly pursed lips. Melodramatic as always.
“Really? You sure?” He jumps up onto the counter, “Yeah man, what’re friends for?”
“Stealing favours for anytime they need you to do something illegal-“ she readily lists off.
He ‘pfft’s and slaps that away out of air, as if that was a tangible thing one could do, “Nah-“
“You’ve tried to milk someone else’s cow” “That is true-“ “And then you tried to steal it for a night on the town-“ “That is also true-!”
She continued pointing at him, “And you also-” “Okay! I get it! No more mission impossible stunts!” Rubbing her face slightly, Maira hrmms at this.
“You sure you got this?” She asks delicately.
“Yeah! Barely anyone comes in anyways, Mai.” That was true. This town wasn’t known for being very busy at anytime of the day. Plus it’s not like there’s any real supervisor coming around to check things out.
Matthias quickly jumps back down to the floor and pulls Maira off her butt, dragging her to the door, “Go- do it already! You’ll regret it if you don’t.” “Well, yeah, but-“ “You can thank me later!” With that he pushes her through the door, a ringing going off along with it, then shutting closed.
She turns around and slumps onto the outside of the Donut shop’s window. “But I don’t know where they aarreee.” She whines. Matthias just makes a bunch of weird finger hands and arm waving that were probably trying to say something along the lines of ‘who cares’ and ‘just do it shelia beuf’. Honestly this guy.
Maira bangs her head on the glass a few times before sliding off of it and making her way into town. She’s already untying her flannel from her waist and shrugging it on. “Should have taken a donut with me, I’m hungry.”
She trudged around Shorae City for a while before deciding to head back down to the beach edge. It was the first and last place she ever saw them so it was worth a try. Running down a sand dune hill, she sadly almost tripped and face planted. “That would have been embarrassing, thank god- oof!” What the fUCK was that?
“Eat dirt clod! Ow- my diamond.” God this is nasty. Probably fucking gajillions of little tiny things all pooping and having sex up in there. She pushes herself up and spits out whatever was in her mouth now, egeh.
Sitting back she rubs the back of her head, eyes only now running over what struck it, a short spear that was now degenerating. “The hell?” Maira looks behind her and spots the people responsible for it. “Yo!”
Turing towards them on her knees she can see a very disgruntled Pearl being pinched and pulled on the ear by a tall Diamond. “Hello small human!” He greeted. She pops up and half stumbles and half runs over to them.
“Hi, I’m so glad you’re still here! I was worried you’d leave.” Diamond steps forward a few paces to meet her, pulling Pearl along with him. He shakes his head at the girl.
“Nah! We’re planning to stay here pretty permanently. So we have all the time in the world,” he pokes her side a bit, “to dissect each other all we want.” She made a few ‘oof’ noises, not liking just how pokey he was. Even swatting away his hands.
“Awesome Diamond! So-“ she startedbut was quickly interrupted, “Hold on, hold on, you can’t call him Diamond!” Maira was taken aback. Was that an offensive term? Holy shit, oh my god-
“Why not?” Diamond started poking Pearl again. “I don’t wanna share, that’s why!” He whined.
“Alright, do you have any other names?” Diamond stops attacking Pearl long enough for both of them to look to her, “Well our Identity Codes are Pearl Section AlF Cut 374 and White Diamond Section GIL Cut B327! They show were we where located for incubation and when we popped out.” Popped- what?
“Wait whoa. You’re grown? Like from the ground?” He nodded at her. Pearl just gave her a weird look, up and down. “You’re not?”
“I’m human so no.” She thought back on the Identification Codes they gave her, “How about, Gilbert,” pointing at Diamond, “and Alfred?” now at Pearl. Gilbert’s eyes lit up at this.
“Yes, I love that! Is this how every human is identified? Do you learn this for future practice or do you just know?” Maira giggled at him and shook her head, “Nah I just came up with it. But you’re cool with those right?”
They both looked at each other and mouthed their own names. “Yes.” They both decided.
“Awesome. So, Alfred, Gilbert, what more is there to know about beings like us?”
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