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>Knock on door

redriiot2ynth:

candyfishcuddler:

>Listen to Captor.

You do so, taking in his words along with the frustrated tone in his voice, mulling them over together. And well, all together, all mulled like that—-it was becoming an idiot cider that had clearly been through the press one too many times until it was practically apple juice piss.

CC: Okay.

CC: You want to know w)(at I t)(ink?

You reach over to where Captor was laying in front of you and give him a quick bop on the head.

CC: I T)(INK YOU’RE BOTH B——EING DUMB-BASS—-ESS!!! 3BT!! DRIFTWOOD YA STOP B—EING SUC)( A PROUD, FI—-ERY GEMINI FOR TWO CODDAMN SECONDS.

CC: Like, okay, I can understand being angry at Dave for running away and being so mot)(erglubbing vague about )(is location, t)(at SUCKERFIS)(—ED, but cod, don’t you remember all t)(at W—-EIRD STUFF T)(AT WAS )(APPENING? All t)(at stuff in t)(e apartment? I saw it too!

CC: Maybe Dave went away to make t)(e apartment better, to make t)(ings safer, I don’t know… I can’t be certain but I REEL-Y DOUBT )(e meant to )(urt you, I mean, )(e considers you one of )(is moirails after all.

CC: Because if bad stuff IS )(appening, moirails s)(ouldn’t be doubting eac)( other like t)(is, moirails need to be sticking toget)(er.

As if to emphasize this, you puff up your cheeks and flair your ear-fins out in huffiness.

VS: AUGH

VS: ii know ii fuckiing know ii feel liike a fuckiing diickhole already

It takes a lot of self control not to just curl in on yourself as you listen to Feferi’s words.

VS: iit2 not liike iit2 a new thiing anyway weve been fiightiing about 2hiit for month2 now fef and iit2 ju2t gettiing wor2e ii cant

VS: ii ju2t cant thiink of what two fuckiing do ii dont know iif ii 2hould go back or iif we 2hould ju2t 2pliit becau2e neiither of u2 are ever around iit2 ju2t fru2tratiing 2hiit alriight

CC: Well you obviously seem kind of torn up about it rig)(t now, )(u)(? To me t)(at’s a PR——ETTY CL—-EAR SIGN T)(AT despite your anger and stuff, and t)(e stubbornness between you two, I t)(ink you’d feel pretty dissatisfied and disappointed if you, you know, completely let go. 38T

Your tone softens.

CC: You two )(ave ALWAYS bickered—-yea)( okay, it’s been worse lately, but so )(as t)(e w)(ole situation, w)(at wit)( all t)(e weird stuff going on. ….I genuinely believe t)(at if bot)( of you swallow your pride and reconcile, maybe find a solution so you can watc)( over )(im more, and vice-versa, you guys will be able to get past t)(is and be fine. 38,)

You stand up, rolling the bottom of your bare foot playfully over his back.

CC: No need to take action tonight. Rest up, t)(ink it over, feel better. But just please, consider w)(at I’m saying Captor.

CC: Despite t)(is roug)( patc)( rig)(t now, I can’t imagine EIT)(ER of you would be truly )(appy leaving off like t)(is.

You offer him one of your brightest, reassuring smiles.

#[[ dumb things from rp SHHHH AWWWYEAH ]]#clubstuck

Business-Fefe has for you your cup of idiot cider.

DRINK UP, DUMB-BASSES.

>Knock on door

#clubstuck #[[ raised around apple orchards forever skfjnd ]]

redriiot2ynth:

candyfishcuddler:

CC: Well, just considering )(e was t)(e one you’ve been so worried about recently…and t)(en all t)(at weird stuff going on t)(at )(appened rig)(t before I left…

You give him a considering look, tilting your head to one side in thought.

CC: Did you two )(ave a fig)(t w)(en )(e got back or somet)(ing..? I’m sorry, Captor..

You lay on the floor, feeling slightly defeated. You were selfish and stupid and you knew it, the more you rationally thought about it.

VS: fef he diidnt even get home before ii piicked a fiight wiith hiim

VS: the 2hiithead wa2 ju2t gone 2o long ii 2tarted two… ii ju2t dont know alriight

VS: ii told hiim off for runniing out and then ii left

VS: then ii found out he came home twoniight after ii ba2iically 2aiid ii diidnt thiink he would and told hiim ii wa2nt comiing back

>Listen to Captor.

You do so, taking in his words along with the frustrated tone in his voice, mulling them over together. And well, all together, all mulled like that---it was becoming an idiot cider that had clearly been through the press one too many times until it was practically apple juice piss.

CC: Okay.

CC: You want to know w)(at I t)(ink?

You reach over to where Captor was laying in front of you and give him a quick bop on the head.

CC: I T)(INK YOU'RE BOTH B----EING DUMB-BASS---ESS!!! 3BT!! DRIFTWOOD YA STOP B--EING SUC)( A PROUD, FI---ERY GEMINI FOR TWO CODDAMN SECONDS.

CC: Like, okay, I can understand being angry at Dave for running away and being so mot)(erglubbing vague about )(is location, t)(at SUCKERFIS)(--ED, but cod, don't you remember all t)(at W---EIRD STUFF T)(AT WAS )(APPENING? All t)(at stuff in t)(e apartment? I saw it too!

CC: Maybe Dave went away to make t)(e apartment better, to make t)(ings safer, I don't know... I can't be certain but I REEL-Y DOUBT )(e meant to )(urt you, I mean, )(e considers you one of )(is moirails after all.

CC: Because if bad stuff IS )(appening, moirails s)(ouldn't be doubting eac)( other like t)(is, moirails need to be sticking toget)(er.

CC: And t)(at goes for bot)( of you.

As if to emphasize this, you puff up your cheeks and flair your ear-fins out in huffiness.

>Knock on door

redriiot2ynth:

>Damn she’s good at this.

Before you can answer her first question she’s gone and said that one stupid name. You swallow hard and put the cereal down because shit does your mouth feel very suddenly dry.

VS: yeah ii2 iit really that obviiou2 tho

VS: found out he came back twoniight two

CC: Well, just considering )(e was t)(e one you've been so worried about recently...and t)(en all t)(at weird stuff going on t)(at )(appened rig)(t before I left...

You give him a considering look, tilting your head to one side in thought.

CC: Did you two )(ave a fig)(t w)(en )(e got back or somet)(ing..? I'm sorry, Captor..

>Knock on door

redriiot2ynth:

candyfishcuddler:

At the sound of the knock, you almost bounce from the kitchen [your demeanor at odds with your serious business attire], opening the door and putting on a large smile for the other troll.

CC: )(I CAPTOR, okay, glad you made it. 38,)

> Ask him if he’s alright.

No, no, no——obviously he’s not, or he wouldn’t be here, that’s a stupid question and Captor hates obvious questions like that; so you resist, biting your tongue. Instead, you reach for his bags, shoving the whole box of Lucky Charms into the producer’s arms to occupy him as you make way to tromp upstairs with his things.

CC: OKAY, so I’ll s)(ow you w)(ere your room is, and you TOTALLY )(AVE FR—-E—-E R—-EIGN OF T)(E )(OUSE SO F——E—EL FREE, AND )(ELP YOURSELF TO W)(ATEVER FOOD YOU SEA T)(AT YOU’D LIK—E, T)(ERE’S PLENTY, sea-riously, you’re welcome to w)(atever you—-I GOT IT, I got it, PL—-EASE, I’m fine! 38,)

You almost embaressedly try to usher a maid away who went to take Captor’s bags from you, yourself insisting that you can handle things yourself. And you CAN handle things yourself. You just wished it wasn’t always such a pain in the bass trying to prove that to everyone else.

Once you reach his room, you flop his stuff on his bed with a mighty “oomph!” and a rather unladylike heaving throw.

CC: Glub, glub, T)(ERE!

After the flurry of activity you just kind of stand there holding the box of lucky charms.

You feel very awkward in such a large space so you just…

…sit down in the middle of the floor and start eating right from the box. You non-conformist, you. There are some moments of conflict with the cereal but you soon forget about them.

> BE FUTURE FEFERI.

You do a quick clothing change, returning back to Captor's room after letting your hair down and putting on a more casual outfit of a tanktop and jean shorts with knee-high socks, your kandi bracelets once again restored to their rightful place as well.

CC: T)(ere, muc)( better---sorry about t)(at, but formal clot)(es always make me feel so stuffy..

You flop on the floor on your belly, facing him, your chin propped up in your hands as you gently kick your feet back and forth in the air.

CC: So...care to tell me w)(at's going on?

CC: Alt)(oug)(, if you want to lay down and )(ave privacy to rest, I can understand t)(at. You look mot)(erglubbing tired. 38(

You pause, looking down at your wrist and quietly slide beads two by two along the cord they were tied to before looking back up.

CC: Dave? 38T

>Knock on door

redriiot2ynth:

It’s a pretty big door and it takes you two tries to knock as loudly as you’d like.

For some reason you really hate big houses. You kind of glare at it as if it is a personal affront to you.

At the sound of the knock, you almost bounce from the kitchen [your demeanor at odds with your serious business attire], opening the door and putting on a large smile for the other troll.

CC: )(I CAPTOR, okay, glad you made it. 38,)

> Ask him if he's alright.

No, no, no----obviously he's not, or he wouldn't be here, that's a stupid question and Captor hates obvious questions like that; so you resist, biting your tongue. Instead, you reach for his bags, shoving the whole box of Lucky Charms into the producer's arms to occupy him as you make way to tromp upstairs with his things.

CC: OKAY, so I'll s)(ow you w)(ere your room is, and you TOTALLY )(AVE FR---E---E R---EIGN OF T)(E )(OUSE SO F----E--EL FREE, AND )(ELP YOURSELF TO W)(ATEVER FOOD YOU SEA T)(AT YOU'D LIK--E, T)(ERE'S PLENTY, sea-riously, you're welcome to w)(atever you---I GOT IT, I got it, PL---EASE, I'm fine! 38,)

You almost embaressedly try to usher a maid away who went to take Captor's bags from you, yourself insisting that you can handle things. And you CAN handle things yourself. You just wished it wasn't always such a pain in the bass trying to prove that to everyone else.

Once you reach his room, you flop his stuff on his bed with a mighty "oomph!" and a rather unladylike heaving throw.

CC: Glub, glub, T)(ERE!

> FEFERI: Prepare for your guest.

Your humble home is...far from humble to say the least, the lavish mansion you live in more like an estate than anything else. But you hope to yourself as you check the wifi signal in the guest room you were preparing for him [all bars! P--ERF---ECT! He'll like that for his electronics! 38)] that Captor would at least be able to make himself as home as much as he could, whatever his situation was. Your intuition told you this most likely had to do with one of two things; either Captor's twin Sollux, or his moirail, Dave. Both would be a tricky situation...so for now, you decide to honor his request about not talking about it. Just make sure he was settled for the time being.

Still in your business attire from your trip [a lady's blouse and pinstriped pencil-skirt, unruly wild hair twisted into a bun---your usual kandi adorned arms and neck uncharacteristically devoid of such jewelry], you head downstairs to the kitchen, rummaging for cereal while keeping a feathery-finned ear perked for the doorbell.

[text]thank2 iill be walkiing 2o iill probably be there laterii dont really want two talk about iit

The automatic double-doors slide open as you exit the airport, the limo already waiting for you and Mothe---

Cod, not again...

CC: W---E'RE T---EN MINUTES FROM )(OM---E, is it really necessary to be so flas)(y..? 3xT;;

As you settle yourself in the backseat, you message Captor back.

[ TEXT ]

CC: Okay. I'll let you do t)(is on your own terms t)(en...BUT IF IT'S SOMET)(ING BAD T)(AT'S )(ARMING YOU, YOU BETTER FESS UP!! Because sea-riously, secrets don't )(elp anyt)(ing...

I'll be )(ere waiting t)(en. I )(ope you're okay, Captor.

You pause for a moment before sending a second text.

[ TEXT ]

CC: T)(ERE WILL BE A BOWL OF LUCKY C)(ARMS WAITING FOR YOU, OKAY? SO DON'T C)(ANGE YOUR MIND OR G---ET LOST OR ANYT)(ING.

[voicemail]fef whenever you wake up ii need a place two 2tayii ju2t left the apartment and 2hiit 2o uhgiive me a call iif you know anyonethank2 a ton

Your phone had been turned off when Captor had called you; such was the nature of being on a plane. You'd unexpectedly been in Paris for the past week; something about the Business, urgent things to attend to, your Mother had INSISTED----but as soon as your flight touches down onto American soil and you turn on the phone and give the message a listen, the serious "business-princess" facade you'd been doing your best to uphold all week fades away.

Striding through the airport, you manage to text your producer friend back while going to go pick up your luggage.

[TEXT]

CC: CAPTOR! Sorry I wasn't able to get back to you rig)(t away. And COD, I )(ope you know MY )(ouse is always open to any of my friends, anytime---I'll be )(ome in about 20 minutes, but if you get t)(ere before I do, someone will let you in for s)(ore. W)(at's t)(e matter, are you in some kind of trouble?! 38(

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