*massages temples*
Is that his next best bet? Fortune telling?
I mean, he is a go getter, solving his debts with that tight deadline while he has to short out that whole shebang, but still. A fortune teller?
Bro, you ain't got a tight grip on why or how you're there. How about you tell your own fortune, for a start.
He gotta do what he gotta do ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Family? Family can be you, your mother, the guy your mother is married with, and the grandfather that fathered you and your brother that might be actually the son of the guy your mother's married to.
At this point, I'm thoroughly confused about the family relations between her child and the guy who attacked her first. I think he might lose his marbles if he has to call her baby uncle.
gangster uncle, please buff out BEFORE you retaliate
... alright, so next up:
how to foster your biblically correct angel (genetic experiment) for dummies:
Step 1. You MIGHT think that's too many eyes, but in fact...!
Step 2. How hard can socializing from scratch be?
Step 3. Forgot about potty training and now we have all these bodies
Step 4. BALANCED. DIET.
as of ch.7 I am convinced NEITHER of the 2 has all their ducks in a row.
This "whoopsie I fall in love so easily"-guy isn't even persistent. He's just if gum under your shoe was a person. Doesn't help if the gum is pink and harmless.
GETT OFFFFF
...he went in trying to distract her with "everything's fine lemme just potentially-super-poison-french you" and she DEVOURED the man and knocked him on his ass.
And I love that for them.
Because they end on a couch, 20 inch apart, having a TALK talk.
[Facepalms with abandon]
You put her in a time loop that puts her right at the beginning where you two meet and she does everything, EVERYthing EVERYTHING except wake you up, up to and including killing herself and you CANNOT TAKE THAT HINT
Like, Bro, wouldn't that be the point to say alright, I'm up and awake and I'm gonna slink away quietly so that she maybe has a little motivation to stay alive until lets say...supper.
I will keep on reading this for the elder dragon lady who just did not sign up for this adolescent shitshow of guys who need to grow an anterior insular cortex right next to some balls.