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The idiot sees colors in darkness, rainbows in every storm. His heart is probably made of high-grade pixie-dust, his blood bright like liquid stars—
“Aleks, you’re the worst!” Koko screams, almost blowing her boyish cover.
“Hey, yo? It’s just a fart!”
Lustro blinks out of his Aleks-induced reverie to see Koko dashing out of the tent and the actual Aleks laughing and fanning out his peasant skirt.
Then it hits him, “Dammit, Aleks!” A smell that could launch a thousand ships the same way he is now launching for the exit.
“What?!” Aleks cries.
‘Young-at-heart’ really does go both ways.
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*Inspired by the prompt young at heart from The Daily Post.