Rivals: Waaa Waaaaa

It wasn’t just loud. It was haunting . It sounded like a lost puppy, a canceled birthday party, and a dropped ice cream cone all at once.

“Not even close,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes, thought of every minor inconvenience she’d ever suffered, and let out the triple-crescendo: Rivals WAAA WAAAAA

Lil’ Squall just smiled. She stepped forward, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a noise that shouldn’t have been possible from a human throat. It was high, piercing, and wobbled with a desperate, cartoonish sorrow: It wasn’t just loud

Lil’ Squall walked over and offered him a tissue. “Good match,” she said. a canceled birthday party