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"......"
Hesitantly, they take the box, holding it in their hand. That well of guilt in their gut begins to boil upward... the empath can't bring themselves to meet the woman's eyes, and they fall on the lunchbox instead.
"...You want to talk to 'me', standing here. Not the 'me' stuck in that horrible place."
Their voice is brittle, like a log that had been so worm-bored and cracked that one hard squeeze would shatter and splinter it everywhere.
The crack in the granite of the headstone ticked another centimeter. Regardless of whether they spoke to her, they couldn't be here, less they risk damaging someone else's memory out of stubbornness.
"......"
The empath gets up, holding a finger to the other in a 'just a moment' gesture. The rest of the epoxy is squeezed into place, the clamps set, and the tools go back in their box. Another minute as they put it in the cemetery shed, and they return.
"...Go ahead and keep walking, I'll follow. Say your piece."
They fumble with their words. The look of guilt almost? Maybe? And the nerves on their shoulder, Hanabi can't say she blames them for feeling the way they do. Naturally, she takes no offense to their question either.
Hanabi looks at the now cracked stone then back at Anda. She hums to herself and then lifts up a box-shaped gift. "you work the long night hours, mm? I wasn't sure if you ate or anything so I packed a little bit of something."
There's a pause and then, "I also wanted to talk to you...Not through---," She trails off and then shakes her head. "I wanted to talk to you if you had time today."
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The instinct is to scowl at the man in question, predicting some sort of smartassery. Their mouth is already open to complain.
But a complaint never falls from their lips. In fact, they close right up--and their hands completely fumble the pastry. At least it's wrapped, so they pick it right back up.
"...Well, that's. Nice of you, actually."
("I was gonna go to the hardware store to pick some up later, but...")
Huh. Maybe he's not a total asshole.
"I mean... I grew up doing this. So it's something I know and I'm not too good with people anyway."
("Not exactly fun prying into how someone feels without asking.")
"But it's more of, like... if it were me, I'd want someone making sure I was remembered and taken care of, and like I still mattered in the grand scheme of things. We don't really die in this city like they do... so I guess I'm giving back in a way that's important to me."
"Ta-daaaa," he gestures to the small shed in the cemetery, with four shiny new shovels, enough for them to both dual wield them. Definitely overkill to be a smartass and a jackass, but at least there were shovels.
"Oh, an' I stole this for ya." Tossing a wrapped pastry at the actual undertaker, he doesn't elaborate where he stole it from.
"Ya know, it's kinda impressive how much ya care 'bout this. Not that it ain't worthy or nothin', but I'm more used to makin' work fer people like you than helpin' people like you."
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The shaman may not have gone out out of her way to avoid Anda, but they went out of their way to avoid her. The very sight of this woman was enough for Anda to evacuate the premises, and it's been a success for a few months.
...Was that fair? It was a part of Anda that tried to kill her, after all. Not a part they recognized, but it was their anguish all the same.
But that good(?) fortune had to run out sometime. And they couldn't exactly pull away from their job to avoid her. It's obvious they're tense from the way they're gripping the spatula.
And what's worse is that they can feel she means them no harm whatsoever. And those vile little drops of sympathy roll down from her shoulders and into their sneakers. Of all the facets of sorrow, they hated that undeserved little mote the most.
"Uh..."
...
"Yeah. Okay is. A good word."
Currently, they appear to be in the middle of repairing a headstone. The smell of the epoxy is pretty strong. The empath's lips purse, trying to think of what to say. It's... not easy.
"...Look, I, um."
...
"I... don't really know why you came over here."
The thought of someone forgiving them for almost killing them was a turn in their stomach.
"I, ah, I don't... I mean. Don't get me wrong--I'm glad you're okay. I am. I just--"
As a sign of their nerves, the crack in the stone splinters upward sharply, and they swear in response.
("I need to calm down...")
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It had been the first and last (not really) time she'd seen them. However, this version of the ghost she saw back at that mansion was different. For one, they were not a spirit that she had to banish. Still, the memory of that time is fresh in her mind. She's been close to death so many times before. You know, being a shaman such as herself, it came with the job. Mediumship, shamanism, summoner, they were all connected to the world between life and death and she walked that very same path.
Anyway, all that to say: She wasn't avoiding them at all. She just wasn't sure how to approach someone that---well, from what she saw, was supposed to be dead. Maybe being dragged to this place saved their life?
"I kind of wished I'd come to you sooner. An-Anyway, I'm glad you are doing okay." well, as okay as they can be doing. She hasn't forgotten that thick air feeling from before.
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"It's just Anda you--YOU--GRAVE DIGGING WANNABE! You can take the shovel! But don't pun my name, man! It's already a pun! Y'know how annoying that is?!"
("Who the hell names their baby after a dead guy pun anyway. Maybe my parents hated me from the start, actually.")
"AND THE PIG'S FINE HE CAN HAVE IT IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESENT! WHATEVER! BUT YOU'RE A TERRIBLE DAD FOR GIVING YOUR BOY A CEMETERY SHOVEL!"
"I...Teik it you forgive him? He's just a little guy," the boar is NOT little, "It's his birthday." It's probably not his birthday.
"Pwease Mx. Teika, don't be mad at my dads." Now Vash is being blamed, too. Guilty by proxy.
#punishercross#oh they're gonna throw him in a fountain I can feel it#sorry your name is a pun anda i like puns
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"..................................."
🍻+ "Why'd I find an IOU note in the spot I put my shovels at the cemetery? I need that, man."
drunken confessions meme | accepting
"Uh...Heh, listen, headstoner," he pulls out his phone, snorting into his beer.
"I needed it for a very important individual." The undertaker opens the phone to a picture of a giant boar, tilting the phone from side to side as he speaks in a goofy voice, "Thank you for lettin' my dad use the shovel to clean my shit, Mx. Teika."
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("...Y'know watching Yuri with those two is like what I go through with Zal and Zelos. Someone's gotta be the responsible one out here.")
...
("Hang in there, Yuri.")
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who’s your pokémon partner?
Well, would you look at that! It seems a Happiny wants to be your partner!
Happiny, also called the Playhouse Pokémon, adores round things and will habitually place objects within its pouch to carry. Like most normal Pokémon, Happiny are drawn to people who are amicable and passive individuals, though they are also known to also be exceptionally generous but shy Pokémon. They make the perfect partner for trainers who are kind and thoughtful, though can be very self-conscious and struggle to trust themselves.
My friend, this marks the beginning of your and Happiny's journey together. Welcome to the world of Pokémon!
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what’s holding you back in life?
drunken high confession
("Y'mean besides knowing I die alone in the woods and the only body not buried in my own family's cemetery that I cared after for yeeeeeeears is mine? Because no one will ever find me in that horrible house and there's a fuckass ghost around it? Ha.")
"Uh."
...
"I forgot the question hang on..."
...
"Oh, what holds me back. I'm like, super bad at talking to people. Look like a total dweeb, haha."
...
"You want a brownie?"
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🍻+"what's the most embarrassing thing in your room? "
drunken high confession
"Uh......something not from your shop you mean? Probably... those booty shorts Zal bedazzled that one time. From that one.... winter.... ssssomething. Here,"
They get up and stand there a good thirty seconds before remembering what they were trying to get. And they get it!
They're bright pink shorts with the word 'JUICY' spelled out in rhinestones.
#meme friday#weed mention#kleinstar#I can't remember what's on them actually but it might've been that?
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drunken confession.
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
“ do you ever get scared ?”
“ what do you really think of life ?”
add your own for further development.
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"It--looks more like a nightgown than a shirt, huh? Sorry, that's the smallest I had."
Anda is already a tall, broad-shouldered person. Add the fact that they buy bigger clothes on purpose to hide their frame, and the shirt is absolutely massive on poor Eiden. But hey, it's dry and comfy!
"Nah, that's an indie band I went to see a show for. I collect band shirts as a hobby."
Or a 'problem', as Zal might say. Not Anda, though. It's not a problem at all, nope.
"The sweat pants might fit you, though. Uh..."
("...It's actually been a long time since I brought someone here.")
"Did you, um, want some tea or something to help warm you up? Or some hot chocolate? I've got sodas too but that'd be weird hot, huh."
A lot of the decor in the house doesn't look like Anda's personal style, so maybe it belonged to someone else (especially the bookcase; Anda isn't much of a reader.) There's an L-shaped couch in front of a decently sized TV, which seems to be hooked up to an old-fashioned gaming console. And a beanbag chair that's seen a lot of use.
"I guess, uh. Make yourself at home until your clothes are all set to go. Did you want me do drop you off at your store, or your house?"
Honestly it sucks to hear you'd have to do something like that with such a lousy prize... Rather... he can't think of a situation where it'd be fine. And to think Anda went through something like that...
The house proves distracting enough for it to slip his mind for a moment though... As do the wet clothes, honestly speaking. He's certainly not going to be picky about them.
" Ah don't worry about the size --- pfft. "
...though that not to say he won't give a laugh at the shirt as he sees it.
" Haha. Quite a piece huh? Has personality to it. "
" You really like this sort of stuff huh? Is this just random text? "
Having already tossed his shirts up for dry Eiden slips into it. As Anda thought - it's fairly large, reaching to his upper thighs. Eiden lifts his arms to give a little bit t pose.
" So --- how does it look? "
#kleinstar#bjhdsbkdhf nah they wear a pretty big shirt size#the gun show is there but anda never opens it /j
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"OKAY! LET'S GO OUT THERE!"
She's right, it's too loud in here anyway. Once they shuffle past the bouncing crowds and into the hallway alley, they give a sigh of relief (and remove their earplugs.)
("Yeah, that's a lot better.")
But more importantly!
"Anyway, I was saying it's good to see you again, Rosa. You just get back? Wanna go raid a food truck or something?"
You understood them that time. You freeze up a bit like a Deerling in headlights.
Oh no. You're getting the sinking feeling you're about to ruin someone's day. Granted you do that a lot and to a lot of different people, but it's an entirely different horse when you're not doing it on purpose. Worse still, you don't know to just what extent it's about to happen again.
"I'M DOING OKAY, I GUESS." Not a lie or anything. You're rarely good, never great.
Are you starting to sweat? Maybe a little.
"MIGHT BE EASIER TO TAKE THIS OUT INTO THE HALL!"
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"I saw you there, this time."
("Not gonna startle me again.") The empath mumbles, putting out a cigarette on the concrete wall. It was almost done anyway, and they hand no desire to blow errant smoke at the other.
"Can I, uh, did you... need something? Am I in your way or whatever?"
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"Have you not had that happen?!"
There's a relief in their posture when he implies such a thing. Eiden is too kind a person to be put through the trials of the city, in their opinion. But notably, they don't mention their own experience or what it did to them. Now isn't the time for that, right?
A handheld umbrella is handed to the other while they make a jog for the door, opening it with an old-fashioned key. The inside of their home actually looks like a home; one very thoroughly lived in and remarkably comfortable. When Eiden makes it through the doorframe, they close it behind him, and shake off the rain in their hair.
"Alright, uh... laundry room's this way. While you're drying your clothes I can get you some to wear in the meantime? So you're not stuck in a towel or something? Um. Feel free to kinda hang out wherever or grab anything from the fridge in the meantime."
("I just got rid of a lot of old clothes... maybe I have some that might fit him?")
...
A quick jog later, and some loose clothes are given to the other, along with a big towel to dry off.
"Those might be big on you, sorry."
The band on that shirt is titled "Dull Pencils".
" You're welcome hehe."
" Wait they do stuff like that....? ...or wait uh... I guess it's not strange coming from them huh. "
Considering all the stuff they've put them through before... well, of course they can do it more cruel and personal. Poor Anda.
" Whoaaa... That sucks though - you ok? " Eiden asks, genuinely, fully realizing that it might have been a while from it, " feels like getting a car is like ... the least they owe for that? ....you're right though. It's pretty neat... "
As they arrive Eiden look up with awe. A moment goes before he realizes Anda's already off to get the umbrella. It's not like he would have minded but he can see them on the way back already. With that Eiden smiles as he gets up.
" ...you didn't have to -- thanks though. "
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"That's the worst description I've heard for rain in a while." They grimace, shifting the van into gear. The windshield wipers are going full blast!
"I needed one for a job I had a long time ago, and kept up with it. Had this van for a few years, though. "
The drive is slow and steady, but not too long. They really were right around the corner.
"You know those kinds of, like, personal experiments the stars put someone through that puts them up against their worst nightmares or whatever for the sake of growth or suffering or something? One everyone gets eventually? Mine was horrible, but they gave me this van for the trouble. And to be fair, I do love it."
("Just wish I didn't have to go through hell for the perfect car.")
The driveway they pull into belongs to an english-styled home with a lot of care put into it. There's a path leading to a beautiful garden beyond the gate.
"Uh... here, lemme get an umbrella for you."
" I mean can't you hear it? It's coming down like a giant rushed to their open air sky bathroom but lost it middle way.. -- oh aah.... that's so nice... "
Feeling the hot air against himself Eiden closes his eyes and extends his hands towards the vent like it was a fireplace. So nice and warm....
" I think yours is closer...thank you... " he continues still charmed by the warm air.
" I didn't know you had license thoughhh... If you hadn't come the storm might have taken me.... "
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The settings on the dashboard are swapped from 'cool' to 'heat', and the air vents are switched to Eiden's direction.
"You look like you jumped in the ocean, dude. We gotta get you into some dry clothes."
Is that hail? Sounds like it.
"Uh, I can either try and drive you home, or I can take you back to my place until the rain stops."
Eiden tugs his coat on tighter as he dashes along the street in the downpour. The raindrops are pummeling harsh onto his face. What is it with that whenever he decides to be bold and make a run for it the tiny drizzle turns into buckets pouring out and clashing in the skies. The Klein rainhoodie doesn't hold much in this sort of weather but it'd have won his usual coat anyday.
It's too late for regrets though. Since he's out already he might as well run faster! You can do this Eiden!!! You'll beat the rain out any day!! This is nothing---
Then he hears the beeps.
Blink. Blink. Eiden squints through the rain.
" ---whoa!!!! Anda! You're a lifesaver!!!That's-- yours?! "
" ...don't mind if I do! "
No wasting time Eiden jumps onto the seat and slams the door close behind him.
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"...Psst. Zev. Hey. Wait. Up here."
Initially, Anda wasn't going to bother the other. Climbing into trees and resting a bit wasn't unusual for the empath to do, so they do see people below them all the time. Saying something usually startles those people.
But in this case... Anda looks a little more freaked out than the man on the ground!
"How good are you at climbing trees." They continue to panic-whisper.
...
"And, uh. How good are you with snakes."
Ah. That's the issue. There's a pretty big one that seems to be curiously climbing all over them up there.
#corvisque#Was thinking the other day that I haven't seen a snake in forever...#Where are they... I miss them :c
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