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PARA-475-Lab-Rat: Dawley

Light from the early morning sunrise streamed through the apartment windows. A small brown Whiffling, standing on a dresser, held up a square of cloth to the light. “Which bandana today?” Siobhán asked, thumbing through a collection of napkin-sized bandanas perfect for her Whiffling frame. The bandanas were in a rainbow of colors and prints, all lovingly folded and without a wrinkle. “It’s so hard to choose, ...

“Dawley,” Occam said. Her brow was furrowed in a way that never meant anything good. “I’m confused as to why I got an e-mail from the building’s safety manager this morning about your coffee maker.” Because they decided to CC you for some bs reason instead of just messaging me...

Dawley yawned and rubbed their eyes. The apartment search was not going well, and they had barely gotten any sleep, up all night scrolling through listings. They glanced at the digital clock embedded in the wall. About two hours left, and then they could clock off and go curl up in a ball somewhere.  As students began streaming in, Dawley surveyed the room one last time. They were in a small teaching lab, a sterile r...

A curt knock sounded on the door. Dawley shot up out of a dead sleep, nearly banging their head on a low shelf. “Come in,” they wheezed, and then shielded their eyes and hissed as the door was thrown open, abruptly flooding the walk-in closet with harsh midday light. Another Paralogos stood in the doorway, towering above the little lab rat. They smoothed back an unruly crest of fungal spores, causing a few to puff...