probably this is more likely to happen

She came down the stairs that evening intending to ask her brother in law to kill her. He was supposed to be good at stopping suffering, right? So he had aught to have a way to stop the suffering that was her entire life. That made sense in her currently broken, fragmented brain, but already she could see the concerned look on his face as she watched that eye on his forehead light up bright orange.

Come to think of it, that was a very pretty shade of orange. He had really nice eyes. All three of them. Was that weird to be thinking about her sister’s boyfriend? Probably, but since when did she give a shit? It was like, a fruity sort of orange. Citrus-y.

And oranges made her think of her fiancee. She didn’t really know why, but he seemed very orange-y, and she could appreciate that, because oranges were delicious and an important part of breakfast. She thought back to that time she bought all of those blood oranges and brought them to the wolf cabin and someone freaked out because they thought it was people meat. That was a fun day.

No, it was just fruit.

Now she had made herself crave oranges. Were there still some in the kitchen or had Zerah eaten them all last time he was here? She should go pick up some more tomorrow, she thought. She’ll just get a bunch of fruit, because she liked fruit. Were raspberries in season yet? She always did love raspberries a lot. Maybe she’d bring them over to Reva’s and they could make something out of it. And then eat all of it. That sounded nice.

She had to bring back that box set anyway, she thought. That was a good series and she should borrow something else next time she was over. Hopefully tomorrow, maybe. That sounded good. Maybe they could hang out and watch it at her place, that could be fun. Just spend all day watching that until the gecko and the grumpy marshmallow woke up.

It was about now that she realized that she had been staring Roscoe in the eyes for the last two minutes.

“Are you okay?”

“Er… shit. What’d I come down here to ask you?”

“I don’t mean to intrude but your aura is changing colors faster than a chameleon on top of a paint mixer.”

“Right, yes, I remember what I wanted to ask you now. I wanted to ask you if you could please end my suffering and kill me.”

“What?! Anya!”

“...You didn’t let me finish. I was gonna ask that, but then I realized I wasn’t really feeling it. Can I be weird for a minute?”

“Um…???”

“You have really nice eyes.”

“Thank… you…?”

About now, Anya skidded into the room with a bra halfway on and pants barely pulled up. “What! What’s wrong! What did sister do!”

“Never mind, sister.”

“Tell me!”

“Okay, fine. I wanted to die, but now I don’t. So- oof...” She found herself gripped tightly by her twin.

“No no no no, we’re gonna get you help, it’s gonna be okay-”

“...You didn’t let me finish either. I was about to say, so how about instead of dying, I grab my stupid hat and we queue up something to watch.”

“… Oh. That… sounds nice.”

“I am so confused.”