wroughtandtempered | SEASONS

Fast— now he tells me. Might have ran all the way here.

[ there's a hint of something like a dog's grin around the set of her eyes and the corners of her mouth as she says it, though. ]

That sounds like a good idea.

This way, then.

[Kantera's soft room is full of pillows, blankets, low couches, and the occasional stuffed animal. It's not a pillow pit, but it is supremely comfy.]

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Oh, nice. One sec—

[ she's just going to grab the nearest blanket that looks remotely large enough and tug it over herself, shifting underneath and then standing up in her mostly "human" shape. once that's done, she digs around in her satchel before pulling out a loaf pan with a silicone cover on it, which she gives a once-over for leaks. ...looks good! ]

Okay. This'll take like an hour, so it should go into the oven before we settle down and you tell me who needs to go on my shit list.

Excellent, I think I can complain for roughly an hour.

[He'll show her to the kitchen, and then once that's started and they're back in the soft room-]

So. To begin with, are you familiar with any of MK's clones?

Clo— oh. The bunshin? —Copies.

[ a beat ]

Or... I guess they're not copy copies, but— yeah. I've met Candid.

Not exact copies, no. Thank goodness.

[If an exact copy of MK had attacked him, he'd be a lot more concerned about that friendship.]

One of his clones - named Porty - Saya has gotten along with especially well, and about a month ago he told her that he wanted to be his own person. Stay out permanently, not just when MK lets him out. They discussed it with MK, who was against it, but Saya argued that he should be given a chance. So, a month on his best behavior, staying in our house. And for a time, it seemed to be going well? I got along with him... surprisingly well.

[Is it relevant to this conversation that they had sex... probably, but he doesn't want to say it...]

Yesterday he held a party in my and Saya's house. A twenty-four hour party, which he tried to enforce by not letting anyone leave. With hired security and violence.

I tried to reason with him to stop this, and he refused. And when I told him that I was going to tell the security to leave or I would call the police, he attacked me.

[ her ears start slanting back at the mention of the party— along with an affronted expression that would probably be mildly comical under other circumstances. ]

I stand the fuck by my earlier statement. What the— why would he— did MK only give him half a fucking brain? And no fucking manners? —Please tell me you— how the fuck did Candid put it. "Popped" him?

I should have, frankly. I should have spent less time trying to reason him and just blasted him in the face with ice. -But no, Saya arrived home, saw him holding me by the collar, and intervened before I could. Apparently she had promised to 'take responsibility' if he went bad.

I wish I had done it. 'Twould have been easier for her.

[ it takes a moment for the gravity of that to set in. Eve would have no problem temporarily dispelling a bunshin, but—

right. Kantera had told her a little bit about how Saya had not done well in Hell (or perhaps done too well, depending on how you looked at it). and if it would have been easier on her if Kantera had done it... ]

Fuck. [ then— ] Huw's fucking mercy. Have any of us not dealt with enough bullshit not to have to do shit like that anymore?

Apparently not. Goodness knows we don't have nearly enough experience temporarily killing our loved ones.

[Kantera sighs heavily, then picks up a pillow and smushes it into his face. Muffled:] Things just keep happening.

[ she thinks briefly of... whatever the fuck is going on with Wylan, then promptly kicks that entire train of thought into the metaphorical abyss. nope. ]

...they really fucking do.

You okay with touch right now? I have hugs.

[Puts down the pillow and opens his arms.]

Please.

[ time to full-on scoop this man. that is a big, almost-back cracking hug. ]

This too shall pass, or whatever. Sucks it exists to have to, but it will.

Wah-

[He has been scooped! Curse him being tiny. But also he feels Very Hugged at this moment.]

-Thank you. I'll recover soon enough, I'm sure.

[ mission successful. she squeezes a little and then sets him down, but keeps one arm around his back. ]

...Yeah. But in the meantime: bitching. Who the fuck throws a 24 hour party in someone else's fucking house without permission.

Honestly! Even before people started trying to leave and were unable to, it was terribly loud and quite stressful for me.

[huff huff huff]

Exactly. Exactly. I would've been biting people.

You would have been absolutely right to.

[...Pause. He should probably just go ahead and say this part to see if he should be More Upset about it.]

-I don't know if this makes any difference, but Porty and I - ah. Were intimate a few times? I know that doesn't necessarily mean anything in terms of closeness, but if he was planning to do this the whole time, he could have at least... not done that.

—what the fuck?!

[ so that's a yes, ]

You think? Maybe?! And he still— what a fucking asshole!

[surprised blink at her reaction]

Oh. Oh, it does make a difference? I wasn't sure if I was overreacting.

[ ANGRY BRISTLING ]

You are not and yes it does?!

[ okay. uh. she is actually on the verge of starting to growl, so maybe she should calm down. taking... a deep breath... ]

...even if it was... no strings attached, or whatever? That's still letting someone in. So— you trusted and respected him? And he fucking stomped on that.

I did - I did, yes. I thought we were friends at the very least. And I - I wanted him to do well. To prove that he could be a 'real person', in the same way that I was given the chance to be a 'real person' despite never being intended to be. I was rooting for him! We both were!

[His voice is rising, and he stops and lowers it again.]

And he just used all of that good will and betrayed it.

[ ... ]

I think— if it wouldn't just hurt. I think you should yell "fuck him" as loud as you can make yourself.

[...Clears his throat.]

Fuck him.

[Not quite a yell, but the effort's there.]

[ ...nods, satisfied. being loudly and vocally angry doesn't come to everyone naturally and more importantly, he had the spirit. ]

Good. And— you might know this already? But it's also not your fault he fucked up at the thing you all wanted for him. He fucked it up for himself.

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