Wednesday 5 June 2013

S5.159 - Cut Vertex

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Para shuddered.  Her telepathic link with ParaB wasn't open, and yet somehow she could sense something happening on the other end. Something wonderous, something that made the bunny girl want to arc her back, to curl her toes, to gasp in delight.

Something that was distracting her from the small knife in her hands.

Para spun the blade between her fingers. "So many people would be better off if they didn't have to learn about parabolas," the polynomial murmured, speaking aloud to refocus herself. "And I can't help them all. Even the few who don't find me a misery, would they even notice if I was gone? What good am I, really?"

She turned the knife about in her hands again - and nicked her finger. Instinctively she brought it up to her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. Then she pulled it free and looked at it as a drop of blood welled up. "Mathematical functions. Prick us, do we not... leak?" Her gaze began to wander lower. Down towards her wrist.

There was a knock at her apartment door.

The bunny girl quickly stood up from her bed. She grabbed a tissue to wrap around her finger while running a quick mathematical calculation in her head. That done, she tossed the knife aside, not even watching as it executed a perfect arc to land, point down, in a loaf of bread on her table. Root opened the door and peered inside just before the polynomial could reach it.

"Hey Para. Up to anything?" the silver haired boy asked.

"Nah," Para replied, gesturing dismissively. "Just trying to do more songwriting." She followed his gaze to her wrapped finger. "Paper cut."

"Ah! Well, want to go for a walk together then?"

"Sure," Para said, smiling. A smile that didn't reach her bunny ears. A fact Root remarked on as she came into the hall and locked up.

"You're still opening down?"

"On the fritz or something," Para retorted. She flicked idly at one of her hairband's drooping ears with her good hand. "After all, it's not like you can just look at a person and know how they're feeling.  Right?"

"I guess so," Root acknowledged.

And the parabola added lying to her growing list of faults.



  1. OMG I love Hyperbola and a Half!

    1. Heh, the math is getting to you - think you mean Hyperbole + 1/2. I'm not a regular reader, but I've enjoyed some of the author's work, and felt that the depression angle connected here.