Literature
Freeing Spirits ep. 30: Anxiety
It was turning evening. A young man with striped green hair headed downstairs where his sister was complaining to their parents. "What's going on?" he asked. "Hey, Gadalik. I don't think I can cook tonight," said a darker-skinned man with a blue-violet mohawk and black fades, gesturing with one hand to his other, which was wrapped from a wound he had received during a bounty hunt. "I understand, Gale," replied his wife, who tucked her pale-purple bangs behind her ears and cracked her knuckles. "I can cook–" "N-No!" Gale and his two kids all said at once. "I–I mean, I can cook," Gadalik offered. "But there's nothing to eat!" his sister whined. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Her family checked the fridge to find it almost empty. "It's too late to go grocery shopping…" her mother realized. "I'm sorry, Glacia," Gale said. "Usually I'm on top of these things… I've just been trying to balance my responsibilities, and obviously