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i-am-an-idiot · 2 years

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i guess its a slow burn? idk but here is a really long sory

Chapter One: I come in crying

I ran into my house crying,

"Why does she hate me? I've tried my best..."

I said to my mom, who came over to see what the noise was.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Leah, lighten up! she just doesn't know how to talk to you!"

yeah right... whenever I try to talk to her she just screams at me.

"how do you know?" I asked, knowing the answer right after I said it

"because that's how your father acted around me when he and I were in high school,"

yeah right, first she told me she met him in college, then work, and now high school? I can't believe her anymore, but I don't want to get yelled at, so may as well go along with this.

"I- really?"

"of course! he would always yell at me about how bad of a person I was! how wrong he was!" mom said with absolute certainty, the screaming part was always the same, I always wondered why mom stayed with him. Then again, I stayed with her.

Chapter two: I give up

“God, Leah, why can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Those are the first words she said to me today. I'm beginning to think she wants me dead by now, but I keep up the act, looking all cherry, keeping the teachers off my back about my depression is hard enough, keeping her off my back? That will be much harder. Two weeks in the school year and she's starting to notice “Hey are you okay?” I wanted to say no! I've been so depressed for 2 years! But all I could say was “im okay! Just got up on the wrong side of the bed today!” thank god she bought it “yeah okay, sure” she doubted me, I could tell, but I could neither say or do anything about it. 2 weeks later We haven't talked since she last asked me, I gave up on trying to be friends with her, let alone be with her. It's hard to do because I've been friends with her since 3rd grade, but I can't deal with this anymore, sometimes she's sweet and kind and for others, she is harsh and judgemental. I see her running up to me, yelling my name “Leah! Leah, I need to talk to you!” I just kept walking, I didn't want to talk to her today.

It's math class now, the teacher sent us home early, some kids had been scattered around the parking lot waiting for the buses. It was raining and I forgot my umbrella. “Hey,” a familiar voice said behind me, “do you want to share an umbrella?” she was right behind me, and I didn’t care, I missed her. Why? I don't know, all she has ever done to me this year is saying goodbye rude, but still… She's beautiful. “Yeah, sure.” It was a silent walk, I don't know why I said yes, but she's not yelling at me, so that’s good… I think she feels bad for me, taking pity. After what felt like hours she finally spoke, “you’ve been acting off lately, are you okay?” Shit- “yeah! I'm fine, why do you ask?” She gave me the ‘i know you’re lying’ glare “Because one day you stopped talking to me, I got worried-” She got worried? Really? I find that hard to believe. “You always say that,” I replied. “Well, this time I mean it” “You say that too.” "well, what do you want me to say!? You always act depressed while I'm trying to be nice but you still won't believe me any time I ask!" She yelled at me, yelled at me. Knew it

"Well I'm sorry I can't be fixed just like that but you think so!" I yelled back, and before she could respond I stopped and kept yelling

"You think you have it bad because your parents are divorced! BUT GUESS WHAT!? My parents are divorced too! And my mom constantly lies, my dad's in jail for something he didn't do and I'm trying to deal with crippling depression on my own. Anyone, I thought I could lean on was absolutely shit! And when I tried to lean on you you started yelling at me anytime I started talking to you. So you have it bad? That's cool. Have fun dealing with that, I'm trying to deal with this kind of shit." She is speechless, I wouldn't blame her either, you timid friend who takes a lot of shit daily and breaks on you. Yeah, kind of scary. Especially when most of the school shooters are quite kids hah. Fun.

After a little while I walk away, she follows behind me quietly.

"I didn't know you felt that way"

I stayed quiet, I didn't want to talk to her about it.

She stopped "I'm sorry, I just thought-"

I turned a corner and left.

I could hear her running after me and screaming my name, I didn't slow down or stop, I just went into the train station and got in just before my train left, I could see her running at me, the doors closed and the train left.

I normally don't take the train, but I just wanted to get away as fast as possible, and the train station was right there.

Chapter 3: “her”

DAMMIT HIMIKO, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO STUPID!? YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER INSTEAD OF PUSHING HER AWAY. NOW SHE HATES YOU AND IT'S YOUR FAULT.

I took a deep breath after the train left,

"Calm down, you're fine. You can talk to her tomorrow." I sighed, people were looking. I have to go home, well….

I stood there. Not wanting to move. My mom is behind me, wondering why I came down to the train station.

"Himiko? Honey, why are you down here? You know that both me and your dad will pick you up if you need us to, you don't need to take the train."

I know, mom. I'm just saying goodbye to Leah, it was raining so she wanted to take the train."

"Oh, if that were the case then why didn't you tell her that I would take her you know I will, you know how much I love her."

"It's too late, mom, she wanted to get away from me, so I don't think that she would like it anyway"

I left the train station and got I'm mom's car, I guess I'm with her today. Mom tried to strike up a conversation, but I just ignored her. She gave up after a few tries and we drove the rest of the way home in silence.

When we got home I went straight to my room, took my phone out, and plugged it in. I turned on my tv and started playing some random show that I’ve watched so many times that I can quote it without trying. And I pull out my tablet and start sketching out a random anime character, maybe an OC of mine. After about an hour of drawing and sketching, I just give up and look out the window and see that it’s still raining, I laugh a little because I know Leah would probably be kicking around in the rain by now... god I remember playing out in the rain with her just having fun… I wish high school never happened and we can just go back to our childhood and just cherish those moments when no one cared what other people were thinking and all we cared about was when nap time and play time started and what dinner was and what we would get for our birthday and Christmas.

Now? Life is shit. My best friend hates me, and I don't blame her. Hell I think I told her to go fuck herself a few times, I didn't really mean it but it really sounded like I did. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" Mom asked, poking her head through the door. "Leah's mom is at the door if you want to talk to her…" mom hesitated. "Leah's mom is delusional, mom. Has she even told us her name?" HIMIKO! WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY THAT YOU DUMB FUCK?

"Her name is Abby, Himiko, you know this! And she is Ill. Give her a break, please?" Mom looked tired, I don't blame her, dealing with my sorry ass of a human being all the time, whatever. "Yeah, sorry mom, that was stupid of me to say. Yeah I'll come down to talk to her." Mom smiled, she looked happy, that's the first time I've seen her smile in a long while. "Oh, and Leah is there too, you two are friends right?" Shit. "Yeah, sure I'll be out in a minute mom, I need to change to something else first." She nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. I went over into my closet, and stared into it dreading the next interaction.

As I try to distract myself by focusing on the amount of junk in my closet, and knowing how Leah would be fussing about how I need to clean it out soon. I stare into the closet for a minute before picking out a random shirt with an anime character on it and change into it, I throw on a pair of sweatpants and go downstairs into the living room where Abby and Leah are. "I'm so sorry for dropping in on such short notice Delilah, I just wanted to talk to a friend…." The mom's kept talking and walked off into a different room, leaving me and Leah alone. "Hey, koko" shit I forgot to turn off the TV in my room "hi, Leah." Before I get to say anything else she starts walking up the stairs to my room, since she already knows the way I just go into the kitchen to get a snack, and grab one for Leah, know she will complain if I don't get anything for her.

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anarchistbitch · 2 years

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first of all, congrats on your test!!!! im proud of you and good luck with your exams, im sure you'll ace them

let's start doing a daily player for shen yuan's ass, idk how that fits, idk how he handles it, bless his soul and bless his backside, the heavenly pillar is a well deserved name, also no wonder he needed so many wives, none of them could handle two nights in a row with him

i absolutely LOVED labyrinth, it's a song to disconnect your mind to, no thoughts, just music

it's too bad that your exams are on the same week as your birthday but hey, school won't last forever, you'll get to celebrate big time later on

that sounds seriously dreamy! it's so good you got that despite being busy and the rainbow cake!!! i hope it tasted as good as i bet it looked

ikkkk, im glad you liked it<33

small update on my side: uni starts next monday and im dreading it so much, i'll miss sleeping as much as i want to, anytime i want to, not to mention that my schedule SUCKS big time

hope you're having a better time than i am, lmao this got so long

-M<3

thank u so much MWAH MWAh

school wont last forever best words ive heard today😌😌(right back at ya!!)

it was a bit dreamy and i think it was a nice start to a new age!!

been listening to it all week ~~😳 tis a bop(also i found labyrinth from this edit. )

best of luck for uni!!! take care of urself and have faith that good things happen maybe not all at once but in their time. as for the schedule it helps a bit to write things down in a diary (it did for me in the first years of highschool, now i just use the notes app) hope it all goes well nonethless.

ALSO. there was this church near the sea that we went to visit when i went back to my hometown and my sibling got this shot and

the gothic vibes😫😫

(slight nsfw below cut)

bro to relieve shizuns ass pain theres only solution😔 theres no other way but this😔 shizun is gonna have to take the other position😳 HKAHFKLHLHS SORY but sometimes i do think of how svsss is very much about subverting tropes and such and how since binghe is the "gong" its almost expected from him to be better at handling emotions and be more mature but hes like a 23 year old who wants to be comforted (as he needs to be!!!) cause his life has been hell (literally) AND YEA i CRY. i just both of them to be comforted and comfortable with each other. also the reason im replying a day late is cause i had a last minute assignment😔 sorry

#M!!!!!!!

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okk9tsu · 3 years

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I'M GOOD BAE YEAH I'M IN CLASS BUT I'M A FAST READER SO I'M CHAPTERS AHEAD OF THE TEACHER READING AGDKSL WHAT HAVE YA DONE TODAY BAE I WANNA CHAT W/ U MOREEEE

PLSSS I'M SORY FOR REPLYING A BIT LATE AHDJSJWD 😿😿 I WAS DOING HW .. AGAIN <//3 AND THEN I ATE DINNER (AND SINCE I EAT SLOW, I REPLIED TO U KINDA LATE IM SORRY BAE 😖) BUT YEAH BEING A FAST READER IS FUN </3 !! like u can just doodle in ur textbook while the others are still reading and u have more time to do other stuff </3 BUT I HOPE URE PATING ATTENTION WID 😣😣 AND HMM,, WHAT I'VE DONE TODAY?? I LITERALLY ONLY STUDIED AHAHAHAHAHAH I STUDIED, READ MANHWAS, BINGED TAKAYAN'S SONGS ON SPOTIFY :'D

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lesbianarcana · 5 years

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Luceo non Uro - Chapter 9

Dies irae (day of wrath)

Relationships: Asra/Apprentice

Rating: Mature

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He had never seen the streets so empty.

Asra moved down the street at a headlong pace, lungs burning. On a normal day the crowds would have been out in force, flowing between the south market and the docks. Now there were so little people...and so many red-painted doors.

His nerves felt raw here, fear keeping his chest tight. But still he kept an eye out, and when he saw the clinic -- a wooden sign with a painted bottle of leeches -- he veered towards it. And stopped, as he caught sight of the red paint smeared over the doorframe.

Of course it would be marked, he reminded himself, as his stomach clenched. This was the ultimate haven for plague sufferers.

Asra tried the door. Locked.

Confusion overtook him. He leaned against the building and pulled the stack of letters from his bag. They were dog eared and fraying, worn from being read many times -- but never replied to. A reaction borne of pride, and one he now regretted. The last two were particularly creased and many lines were crossed out, as if they had run out of parchment.

D e ar As ra

Forgive the shortnes of the letter. I dont know how Ilya ran this clinic by himself. Exhaustin g. I dont know where you are and I dont know why you wont answer my letters. I dream of you every night. Please dont leave me to wonder so callously.

Day a

He closed his eyes, imagining the words as if they fell from their lips. When he could hold the paper without trembling, he read the last one.

Asra

You must hate me. Why else would you meet my le ters with cold sile nce

Please Im sory. If I could take it back I would

Asra clutched the last letter to his chest and knew a moment of bitter regret.

Two weeks it had been since the letter found him, inkstained and tremulous. Daya had always written in a beautiful cursive (maybe he was a lovesick fool, to think even their handwriting was lovely, but they did) -- it had to be fatigue. It had to be. Anything else was unthinkable. Unacceptable.

Faust peeked out from under his scarf. Her tongue flicked the air, and she slithered across the paper, across his hand.

Daya?

“I don’t know, Faust,” Asra said heavily. “I think they must have gone to help the doctor.” Knowing Daya, they would have worked themself to exhaustion, and then they would have pushed themself some more.

Even if they were better now. Even if they were angry at his stubbornness; even if they had finally given up on trying to contact him...it didn’t matter. Together they could talk it out. They always did.

Faust slid over his shoulders, and Asra nuzzled her with his cheek.

Snooze?

“You snooze,” Asra said, stroking her chin. “I need to find Daya.”

Faust sent him a distinct sensation of disapproval, but Asra placed her in his bag and moved away from the door. He was exhausted, it was true, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to find them--he had to know they were alright.

~oOo~

His legs were burning by the time he reached the palace.

It wasn't hard to bluff his way inside. The doors were open to any who offered help to cure the plague, and it had only been a matter of convincing the chamberlain he was there to consult with the doctors. From there it was only too easy to be pointed to the library.

The palace hadn't changed much in the year or so since Asra had attended the Masquerade--with Daya, he reminded himself sadly--but without the festivities it seemed oddly empty.

The library door was open, its heavy carved door braced against the wall. Asra walked in with purpose -- and there was a desk shoved against the far wall, like the chamberlain said. A man sat in the spindly chair, poring over a large red tome.

Daya had never described the doctor’s appearance in their letters, but the plague mask hanging off his chair gave him away immediately. He was thin, and tall enough that he needed to hunch over the desk. Red curls flopped over his face; over a long nose and sharp chin.

“Doctor Devorak?” Asra asked.

The man jumped, glanced around wildly and looked right at him. His grey eyes widened, and--strangely--a flash of recognition passed over his face.

“You're Asra, aren't you? Asra Alnazar?”

For a moment Asra paused, taken aback. “You know me?”

“No,” Doctor Devorak replied. He rose slowly, closed the book with a thud and approached, adjusting his jacket. “My apprentice described you. Dayana Firestone--Daya. They, uh, made mention of you.”

Asra’s stomach clenched at the fondness in the man’s expression. An idle thought crossed his mind, but he pushed it away--he had no business questioning either of them over what might have happened in his absence. He had no right.

“They did?” he said, tongue thick in his mouth.

“Ah, well, to say they only mentioned you once or twice is quite an understatement. Daya spoke of you fondly. A lot, actually.” The man extended his hand. “Ilya Devorak. Or Julian, if you prefer. I know Nevivon names aren’t easy on the tongue. Not if you’re used to Vesuvian, as it were.”

“You talk about them as if they’re--” Asra’s heart twisted painfully in his chest; he took a deep, shuddering breath and steeled himself. “Where is Daya?”

The doctor left his hand hanging awkwardly for a moment, then withdrew it, running his long fingers through his hair.

“Asra...why don't we go somewhere else to talk? I have an office down in the --”

“I'm not interested in talking,” Asra replied coldly. “I want to know where they are.”

Ilya sighed.

“They’re gone,” he said finally. His shoulders slumped. “One of the other doctors took them to the Lazaret two days ago.”

“What do you mean, they’re gone? What the hell is the Lazaret?”

His heart was thundering in his ears, panic building in his chest. Faust poked her head out of his bag; Ilya’s eyes flicked to the snake questioningly, then back to him.

“It's where they take the sick who..who are almost...”

He trailed off. Guilt flashed across his face.

“No,” Asra said. The sick dread caught in his chest, and he felt dizzy.

“Asra, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you had to find out like this.” The man looked wretched, Asra observed from some faraway place in his mind. Guilt and regret painted his sharp features, made his pale skin even paler. “I only just found out.”

Asra looked at the remorse in the doctor’s expression, and wondered how he could so hate a person he had only just met.

“I don’t want your apology,” he said, his voice low.

“I--I know. Sorry doesn’t seem to be enough...”

“It’s not. No--” Asra stepped back as Ilya reached for him, his expression empathetic. “Don’t touch me. I’ll find my own way out.”

He turned on his heel without another word and left, before the tears could spill down his cheeks, and ignored Ilya’s voice calling his name.

Gone. Gone, they were gone, and he was too late.

The pain in his chest intensified, and Asra forced the sobs down into his stomach. He would not be seen broken. Not by Ilya--especially not by him. The thought made him want to vomit.

Daya?

“Not here, Faust,” Asra said breathlessly, as his pace quickened. “But we’ll find them.”

#the arcana game #asra alnazar #julian devorak #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #fan apprentice #dayana firestone #my writing #luceo non uro fic #q

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splattershotsundae · 6 years

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Ink is Thicker Than Water --- Chapter 5: I give it a 10

Toda spent most of his afternoon wishing he felt well enough to pace. Finding out that Orvokki was still alive was no small news. She was a cruel woman, and visions of what she was like, and what she thought like still stuck with him and plagued his sleep. Another thing to worry about was Simon… They’d logged off in a huff, and he was genuinely worried, both about how they were and about… how they really thought about him.

A motion from his skope caught his attention and he took a sharp breath. Simon was back online.

T: hey

S: Hey.

T: I'm sorry about earlier. i was freaking out bout Orvokki, and I forgot and gt a little carried away. T: we decided we still arent going to do anyhting right now.

S: ... Ok.

T: ... u doing ok...?

Toda sighed a little after he sent it. He should just ask them... He was probably freaking out over nothing. Simon had told Jill that she was strong, in and out of battle, hadn't they? And hadn't they told him that they thought Rank was just a letter and a number, before they played Rainmaker? ... But when they lost at Blackbelly, they took that pretty hard... He'd thought it had something to do with what Yuri had said to them, especially with the conversation the two of them had had afterwards... but was that the case?

S:... Not really. S: But there's not much we can do.

T: Yeah...

T: can i ask u something?

S: Yeah, sure.

T: when did u know that u liked me? How long had we knon each ohter? T: Im not trying 2 b gushy, just curious.

S:... S: Call me shallow, but I'm pretty sure I was going to yell at you for bumping into me until I saw your face. S: when I said I'd always found you cute... I... Wasn't kidding. S: I kind of thought it would just be a fling...but here we are.

His breath caught in his throat, and it felt like his stomach had dropped a few inches. Oh no. Any other time he would've been a little flattered, but... no no no...

S: what really got me was... Getting to know you though... You've been a good influence on me. S: I wouldn't trade meeting you, or how I feel, for anything in the entire world.

T: Ive been a good influence on u?

S: Yeah.

He paused, looking at the message. What had he done that they'd think was a good influence? He typed a response, trying to make it sound lighthearted.

T: how so? hvae I... inspired u to make more puns or smoething? :P

S: Ha, maybe that in addition. S: ... I was starting to forget what trust felt like. S: well, except with Jill. But the point is, I needed some mutual trust... You and Bato sort of reminded me. You guys got me to open up. S: I'm sure there are other things here and there but... That's what comes to mind first.

T: ah...

S: Are you ok?

T: yea mi fnie

Toda winced; he'd sent that way too quickly... Quit stalling and just ask already, for crying out loud.

S: .... Toda...

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his face flushing, then took a deep breath. Here goes nothing…

T: We told Jill about the conversation we had the other day; we were trying to explain why w weren't going to tlak to 3, and we sort of back ourselves nto a corner. T: wen we told her you had sort of said not to mention it to hr, she said it was because u thoght she was weak T: Because she lkies to batle for fun, and u battle to win T: she thinks taht u think that makes hr weak

S: ... She... Still thinks that?

T: Thats what she said... T: ... So ou don't think that?

S: Did you think I do?

T: I didn't at first, cause I told u right when we met that B nd I play for fun T: btu seh said if u hd liked m from the start tehn u would have askd us anyway T: I still didn't wnat 2 tihnk that u thought liek taht T: btu i wsa...

S: i domt anytmore Damn it.

[SloshMasterV3 is offline]

T: wiat no! His fingers trembled. He didn’t mean to make them upset again, he just… He took another deep breath and wiped his eyes. At least he had an answer… Sort of...

He read their last message again; they didn't anymore... So had they used to?

A chime pulled him from his thoughts.

[4PawzAndMeow is online.]

J: re u the reason theres a new barrge of sobs comin form S's room?

Toda's heart sank. Oh no…

T: ... Probbly...

J: O J: I... wasn't bein serioos.

T: u soundd pretty serious

J: i ment th@ i didnt think u were Y... sry

T: oh

J:... U dint brak up wih thm did U?

T: no no T: no I didn't

J: @ lest theres th@

T: yah...

He glanced at Simon's tab. He needed to apologize again... But… it could be hours before they came back online…

T: hy Jill T: can I cme ovr? T: I want to say sory to thm. T: or hve a chance to

J: say sorry 4 wh@?

T: how abot if thy dn’t wnat to hear it I go to yuor room an we cn talk

There was a long pause.

J: yeah K. J: th@ works.

T: k T: be theer soon

J: k

He took a deep breath, then got his shoes on, slipped on his Splattershot Jr’s holster, and went on his way, taking his time so he didn’t wear himself out. He thought all the way over, running through his head his apology over and over again. How much should he say? Probably everything. As he drew near to the Grace house, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Madeline opened the door, blinking in surprise. "Toda?" She asked. "Simon and Jill didn't say you were coming over."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Grace." Toda said, probably more formally than he needed to. "Jill invited me over about an hour ago?”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder for a second, then stepped aside to let him in. “Alright, just don’t bug Simon right now, they’re… not feeling so good today.”

He felt a twinge of guilt; That was the exact reason why he was here. "Thank you.” He said, peering around as he entered.

It was still quite a mess, the floor was scuffed and stained in a multitude of places, the stairs had no railing, bullet holes in the walls, the drywall on the ceiling was cracked, and Madeline’s prized roller was resting beside the stairs instead of hanging on the wall, at least for the moment. It looked like a warzone, and to be fair it sort of was. He gave a nod toward Madeline, then carefully made his way upstairs, managing to avoid grabbing for the railing that was no longer there.

He carefully stepped up to Simon’s door, a lump in his throat. He could hear faint sobbing on the other side, and he briefly considered skipping and just talking to Jill… when he saw her staring at him from down the hall. Her gaze flitted from him to the door and back again expectantly.

He took what felt like the millionth deep breath that day and knocked softly on the door.

“Go AWAY!” They shouted immediately.

He flinched, glancing for the stairs and praying Madeline hadn’t heard that. "Simon?" When there was no reply he steeled himself and continued. "Simon, I.. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I would have sent a message on Skope, but you were offline and… " He looked down at the floor. “The question was personal, it… I hope it didn’t feel like… an attack. When Jill.. When she told me about your past, it... Kind of struck a nerve with me. There was this kid I was sort of friends with for a while, named Benny; I think I referred to him once as a 'Luna-wielding ass'... It's a long story, but I should have known better than to think that you would think like that. I know you're not like that, I know that isn't you. I'm really sorry."

There was a long pause before the door opened a crack, and Simon stuck out their hand. Gingerly he took it, grip loose, just in case they wanted to pull away. However, their grip tightened, and they flung open the door, pulling him into an embrace.

He squeaked and stumbled as he almost lost his balance, but then squeezed them tight, resting his chin on their shoulder. "I-I'm really sorry." He repeated.

"... Nothing’s getting easier..." Simon whispered.

"No, it it isn’t..." He agreed. "... You'd think we would've earned a break at this point, huh?"

"You would think..." They agreed with a sigh. "... Well, while things are this difficult, if this 'Benny' shows his face you let me know so I can punch it."

He smiled just a little bit. "I will... Thanks."

"No problem... You don't even have to tell me why." They said quietly.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "... Is there someone I should keep my eyes out for?" He asked. "So I can return the favor?"

Their grip tightened around him. "Roderick. You see that bastard you can punch him as hard as you like."

"Gladly." He muttered with a small nod.

"It's a deal then." They said.

"A deal.” He agreed. “… Can we sit down? I had to do a lot of walking and I’m kind of worn out...”

“I’m not surprised, it’s awfully late.” They said, edging over to sit on the foot of their bed.

“… Wait, it is?” He asked, pulling away.

“… Yeah, Toda, it’s like, 10. Dude, it’s dark out and it’s summer, what time did you think it was?”

“I dunno, 6? 6:30?” He said, feeling his cheeks flush.

Simon slowly put one palm on their face. “Did you even set up a ride home? The trains are going to close soon.”

“… I forgot to tell my mom I was leaving.” He admitted.

Their other hand joined the first. "… Okay, I can ask my Mom if she'll drive you home-" They broke off for a long moment. "... You're probably not going to be comfortable with that."

"... Not really." He said, breaking off eye contact, sure his ears were flushed by now.

“How about I ask mom and dad if you can sleep over, and then we play some video games downstairs?

He smiled at that, nodding “Yeah… I need to call my parents too.”

They smiled. “Okay, meet me downstairs soon.” They said,

He nodded, absently adjusting his cap as he watched them go… They were still so cute…

After a moment he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “… Hey dad, it’s Toda. Can I stay the night at Simon’s house?”

THUD

Toda sat up with a snort, rubbing one of his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Of course it's still a problem!" Jill was shouting.

"Shhh! Keep it down! He's still sleeping!" Simon replied.

"And already it's all about him!" She snapped.

Oh no. He remembered now. He’d spent the night at Simon’s house, after coming over to apologize… apparently there was still friction between the twins however… He grabbed his squidvader cap and started to put it on.

"It's not all about him! What's this 'it' you keep talking about anyway!?" Simon snapped, he could hear them pacing outside.

"I... I don't know, but.. This isn't working!" Jill replied.

"No SHIT. But I'm not just going to sit here while you yell at me for every mistake I've ever made." They said angrily.

"Maybe you should apologize for once!" She huffed.

His hearts sank a little. “Oh no...” He abandoned tucking all his tentacles into his hat and stood, quickly making his way to the door.

"I thought this might be the one time you'd be ok with it!" They exclaimed.

"You broke your promise!" She said.

"Ok, First off, We shouldn't be having this argument right now, and second of all, I thought you /liked/ Toda!"

"I do!! I do! He's the nicest kid you've ever dated. But I'm tired of you being so selfish and hypocritical!"

"Hypocritical? How am I-"

"You talk about how you want to be just like mom, just as good as mom. But when it comes down to it, you /have/ to have me with you, and you only use our squad as a dating device!" Jill shouted. “None of us deserve that!”

Toda flung open the door and peeked out, having to use one hand to hold his hat on. Both Jill and Simon turned to look at him, looking rather embarrassed.

“… Hey Toda~” Jill said, tone cheerful, but posture anything but.

“… Sorry.” Simon said, looking away.

"... It's okay." He mumbled, still a little bit groggy. He looked between the two of them… they were both obviously upset… He was never good at helping during something like this, that was what Bato was good at… Right, be like Bato. He squared his shoulders, then stepped up and put a hand on Jill’s shoulder. “It’s… okay to be upset.”

“Upset? I’m more than upset!” She said, pulling away from him. “I’m furious!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Simon huffed. “We should just leave it.”

“Leave what, the squad!?” She snapped. "You'd probably LIKE that! You can just as easily find a cute and/or muscular and dumb boy to replace me by tomorrow!"

"Jill!"

Toda flinched a little bit at her tone, pressing himself up against the wall. "Jill… Can you maybe take a deep--”

"ADMIT IT! YOU DON'T WANT ME!!!" She interrupted.

"YES! I! DO!!!" Simon snapped back.

"BULLSHIT!!!" She screamed. YOU LIED ABOUT DATING TODA, YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T USE OUR SQUAD FOR DATING AGAIN, ALL YOU DO IS LIE LIE LIE!"

“Jill I--” Toda tried to cut in.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!" They screamed back.

“Simon---” He tried again.

"YOU ALSO LIED ABOUT THE AGENT THING!!” Jill screeched.

"I-I DIDN'T LIE, I JUST DIDN'T TELL YOU!!!" Simon hollered, slightly wavering.

“ENOUGH!” Toda snapped, flushing with embarrassment. “… Sorry, I… You’re not going to get anywhere if you keep screaming at each other! Jill, what’s really wrong?”

Jill was silent a long moment. “… I… I’m lonely, and I’m worried I’m going to lose Simon to you…”

Toda’s ears drooped. “I’m not trying to take them away… I’m sorry you felt that way...” He slowly looked at Simon. “… Simon, what about you? What’s wrong?”

They looked at him a long moment, then sighed. “… I… I’m scared I’m going to lose you too Jill, but… I’m scared that if we get involved, we’ll.. die. It’s dangerous out there, and I don’t want you to be left without me, or to be without you, or both of us to be gone, and our parents are left in a ruined house all by themselves...”

Jill was quiet for a long moment. “… So you aren’t… just scared of me being hurt?”

They shook their head. “No, of course not. I’ve been hurt out there just as easily…” They sighed. “I’m sorry, for… saying that you were weak once… I didn’t know it had stuck with you and I didn’t know just how much I’d hurt you. You’re not weak, and trust me, I’ll never say you are again. You’re stronger than me in a lot of ways.”

She paused, then huffed. “No I’m not...”

“Yes you are.” Simon pressed. “You’re stronger in will and in joy, and… maybe physically, I’m not sure.”

She started laughing, then wiped at her eye before holding out her hand, palm down. “To Splattershot Sundae.”

They smirked, and put their hand on top of hers. “To Splattershot Sundae.”

“To Splattershot Sundae.” Toda agreed, putting his hand on top of theirs.

There was a long pause, then Jill put her other hand on top and spoke in a deep voice. “I’m Bato and I’m totally here.”

Toda laughed. “Dear Judd, that’s spot on.”

"... We good Jill?" Simon asked.

"We're much better. I'll... Try to talk with you if something comes up, rather than just blow up." She said awkwardly.

“I would appreciate that.” They huffed. “… Hey, where’s mom and dad, they hate it when we fight.”

Jill got a gleam in her eye. “Mom got… /the call/”

Simon’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

"... The call?" Toda asked, glancing between the two of them with a confused look.

"The call's just what we call it when Mom suddenly gets dragged in to more work, but she can't legally tell us what it is." Simon explained. "But in this case that's good news… perhaps a battle’s around the corner."

He smiled. “Oooo, that is good news!”

"And then Dad's off to regular work." Jill asked.

"Seems we've got the house entirely to ourselves." Simon shrugged. "As well as the burden to make breakfast, I think."

Toda's stomach growled a little bit at the mention of breakfast and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jill giggled. "It seems like a cereal morning to me!” She said, then sprinted down the hall. “Better come after me quick or I’ll put ice cream on it!”

“Jill, no!” Simon yelped, running after her.

Toda laughed and ran after them, letting himself smile.

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