#starfish the dog mention bc hes an icon

[philtstone]

we are far too young and clever

chapter 3

Summary: Aunt Karen’s jacket is gray like the albatross’s wings; Molly likes it. She doesn’t like the tight careful way her voice comes out. It makes her feel like there are a lot of things that aren’t being said.

“About the MacIntyre case? She’s set to testify tomorrow.”

“I know,” says Uncle Gus, sounding like he knows a lot. Molly frowns, and looks into the office, and hugs her flashcards to her chest.

The People asked for an angsty one so i delivered! tried something different with this one by returning to my little kid pov roots!! not 100% on how it concludes but i think it captured enough of what i wanted to explore? ive always liked how rarely shawn and juliet fight in the show but i also wanted to play around w it a little bit. be gentle with me! enjoy <3

Molly kicks her legs in time with the clock on the wall. 

Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick. One two one two one two three four. Molly’s great at counting. She’s great at addition too. She can remember which number she started with in her head and what it looks like before she breaks it up to add to the next one. Ms. Delaney, her kindergarten teacher, says this makes her advanced for her age, which is a word she and Jay found once in Uncle Gus's old spelling bee workbooks. She likes it when the smaller numbers carry, like they’re jumping from one side of the bed to another. She likes to pretend that adding one number to another to make it bigger is kind of like two people making friends. Molly loves her friends. They are, in order, Junior; then Fish; then Yasmine from the other kindergarten class; then Mr. Snufalluffapus the stuffed elephant. When Jay, who is her best friend, is around, Molly feels bigger – and cooler and braver, and she has more fun than when she’s alone. She feels bigger and cooler and braver around Mommy and Daddy too, even though they’re Mommy and Daddy and so in a different category altogether.

She doesn’t like subtracting. Mommy tells her it uses the same part of her head to do it so it shouldn’t be scary, but she doesn’t like to see the numbers get smaller and break apart. It feels mean, or like she’s making them have a fight.

“— told you not to butt in on this case. Instead, that might actually be all you’ve been doing since the second it landed on my desk —“

“Jules, zero butts are involved in this situation! This is me, asking you –”

“You’re not asking, Shawn!”

“What! Every statement I’ve made since Tuesday has been posed as a question!” 

“Well I’ve known you long enough to know that those question marks are exclamation marks in disguise! They don’t question, Shawn, they exclaim!”

One time when Molly was three, she and Jay had a fight. It was about Mr. Snufalluffapus; Molly was being self-fish (a word that makes her giggle because it’s got fish in it — Fish is so funny looking and cute all the time!) and she wouldn’t let Jay hold him.

“Uncle Gus?” Molly asks quietly, swinging her legs.

“What’s up, kiddo.”

“I think Fish is lonely.”

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