Papercuts1 > Recent Status Updates

One is being melodramatic, one keeps glitching, one is Mr Pouty-Pants, and one is very Dean Winchester coded any time Sam’s dead.

When will we learn that we shouldn’t keep secrets from each other? Huh? *sighs*

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Aww… We’ve picked up a pet, and it’s stinking’ cute.

The plot is actually plotting.

Same hot mess of a book so far as book one was. Same fun, too.

“Good gods, we’re screwed.”

I guess we are.

Also, someone do a neuro check on Royo, please? And stop conking him on the head?

One of them is hiding some kind of superpower, and it’s becoming a little too obvious.

“You’re in love with her.”
“Yes.”
“And she hates you.”
“That’s correct.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Yes, I don’t recommend it,” he says.

🤣
(I’m sorry. I keep laughing at the most inopportune moments, but the wryness is so funny!)

“He's put his mouth on me for nearly a decade, but I never get tired of seeing a prince of Yusan on his knees.”

👀🔥

Euyn, honey, you will really need to get your princely head out of your sexist arse.

The transitions are jarring, and why is everyone so horny? But I don’t want to stop. Who needs sleep?

“I told myself to brush it aside, to not be fooled, that hope picks you up to let you fall…”

Ouch.

They’re all walking disasters, but I fear it’s too late: I’ve adopted them like a bunch of special needs kittens.

“I have a headache, and she’s sitting across from me.”
*snorts*

I guess I’ll be staying for those two queer, conflicted boys, and for Royo’s gentle giant vibes. *sighs*

“But between Euyn and the laoli in my system, I fall asleep, bandaged and surviving the night. For now, we've saved each other. Tomorrow, we may stab each other in the back.
Hard to say.”

Oh, we’re bitch-slapping each other now? Whoa!

Royo is giving off major Porthos vibes, and that could be my downfall.

Dialing up the intensity now. And the weirdness. This whole thing feels like reality is fritzing out.

Now we know why you should never go to Almanby. It just seems like that’s not the point of the book. Does it have a point? Does it need to have one? Everything’s very confuzzled. And, quite possibly, THAT is the point.

Caleb, you privileged, self-centered little shit. Ugh.

Everything is subtly warping, and it seems we’ve misplaced an MC. She may also be dead. Who knows. Who cares.

I have no idea what’s going on.

It’s funny how I’m not really expecting this story to have a point. Or an actual ending. And yet, I’m still reading.

How can Caleb be even WORSE than Natalie?!

SHUT UP, Heather! (She’s SO annoying, and I really don’t know why Antonia would have a crush on her.)

“It was still morning, but already the heat was a heavy thing with tendrils. A big bulbous kraken. It writhed soggily, making everything worse and more difficult. Even breathing was starting to become a chore. No one wanted this hot air in their lungs - neither the stale, dead air which clung to the inside of the car, nor the boisterous hairdryer wind which blew in whenever they wound down the windows.”

Trippedy trip.

A plastic nub? What is going on? Is this some kind of Truman Show scenario?