Doodles & Disco 

Category: Existential Disco Dread

  • Disco Makes Doodles Chuckle

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    “You look like a raincloud in sneakers,” Disco says to Doodles, tilting her head. “What’s the word?” Doodles sighs. “It’s been a one-chuckle week, Disco. And even that was only because the dentist hit me with the laughing gas.” “A one-chuckle week? That’s practically a tragedy.” Disco taps her chin, thinking. “Okay—new plan. We’re walking…

  • Doodles and Disco Contemplate the Universe

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    “The universe is so big,” says Disco. “Sometimes it scares me! There’s a lot we don’t know.” Turning to Doodles, she asks, “What kinds of things scare you?” Doodles tugs the picnic blanket over his knees. “Everything.” Laying a hand on his shoulder, Disco smiles. “Can you be a little more specific?” “I was being…

  • Doodles and Disco Roller Skate

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    “Mine feel loose,” says Doodles, sitting on a bench while bass from the speakers thumps through the floor. “I might fall.”Disco sits next to him. “Would it help if I pulled your laces tighter?”“Sure—thanks.”She tugs up the laces, the leather groaning until she finishes in two crisp knots. “How’s that?”“Better! Thank you, Disco.”“You’re welcome! Ready…