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spoiled rotten - cj & emilia

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        “Well,” Emilia popped their own piece of candy, crunching firmly into the jolly rancher with razor sharp teeth, “You’re new. New is interesting.” New was dangerous, new made Cavity a liability. The stretched and let their bones produce a soft pop! Besides, Reagan would be beside himself if the new kid on the block was going to cause him problems. Man already had to deal with a zombie boyfriend, it couldn’t get much worse for him.

“Besides, I like your aesthetics.” Not a lie, Emilia had a fondness for sweets, some would argue it went above fondness and was an addiction. Fond sounded much better. Sugar was distracting and cut right to the bone and won out over the burning of their throat and lungs. “I just wanted to make sure you’re settling in with everyone all right.”

It wasn’t fun being the enforcer; but they were going to do this job right. Make connections, form bonds. Bam, instant loyalty. It was an exhausting pattern, an equation far more complex than ‘draw, write, sell book’ or ‘kill a man, make money’. The job meant being everything Rusted Mask was not:

Decent.

“Sooooo, soooo soooo Cah-vi-teee!” They stretched the syllables of the Villain’s name like taffy, excitedly slapping both hands on their knees as they leaned forward, “Mind showing me your candy stash?”

It was a euphemism, not a dirty one, but one that played at a far greater question; what is your power set?

Hard candy bittten with one bite. Her kinda person. Perhaps she had found some sort of real kinship in this group of people. Could she get used to this kind of attention? Of course she could. All she wanted all her life was attention, didn’t matter what kind. Good, bad, it didn’t matter.

Jury was out on what kind of attention this was.

CJ pulled at a piece of her taffy hair, pulling it over her shoulder. The artificial banana flavor, wafted off of it and felt a little bit comforting. It was easy to say she had gotten quite used to her body’s new... modifications. “Thanks I do too.” Not like she had chosen the aesthetics, but she couldn’t lie they felt more like her than she had felt in her old body. Cj flashes her own smile, ringed by her candy apple red lips. “As far as everyone else....”

She looked around at the breaking villains, all in their own little pairs and groups or elsewise not in the room. Cj really hadn’t had the chance to take to any of them, really set up the groundwork for lasting working relationships and things like that. She was still quite new to this. As was pointed out before. 

“I’m sure I’ll get along just fine.”

Then the question. 

“Depends on what you mean” Cj wasn’t an idiot she knew what she meant but this was way more fun. To lean in and flutter her eyelashes at what was presumably one of her new bosses. “I’ve got such a wide array of sweets, you could just... Take your pick.” 

She picks up her pen, allowing it to change into a candy cane. She twirls the arc around her finger and begins to suck on the end. Before offering it to Emilia, “But only if you want a taste.”

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Dave shrugged and swallowed his food before opening his mouth again. He knew better than to talk with his mouth full. Rose had drilled that into him, telling him he talked too much to do so without dying. It wouldn’t be Heroic or Just by any means, so he’d just come back. But he had almost choked on a pb&j once and John and Karkat had yet to let him live it down.

“Sure. It ain’t a patented Strider Sayin’ or  anything. Can’t stop ya from sayin’ words. And if they happen to be words that come out arranged the same away as somethin’ I said, then it’s whatever. Now if it were a sick rap or something, something I had copyright on, then we’d have to have some words. At least some credit thrown in there. ‘These words were spoken by one fly guy, Dave Strider.’ Somethin’ like that.” 

Ok, what kind of pizza was this? It kept changing flavor profiles on him and that was just wild. He was pretty sure the pizza in the box was pepperoni or some shit. He didn’t actually know, he hadn’t even looked, just eaten. Now he did peek in the box. Oh shit, there was an extra piece missing, a sweet Time symbol drawn in tomato sauce. Great idea, Future Dave. Steal a slice while it’s hot fresh from delivery rather than heat up a new piece.

“Sweetest note is a B-flat.” He said automatically. Whether that was true or not was up to the listener, of course. “Can’t say I’ve ever really eaten dessert. Most sweets aren’t non-perishable so they never made it into my old apartment in Houston. Don’t think Bro was too big on sweets, either. Not like he was bakin’ or anythin’, anyway. An’ for like 3 years, eatin’ was just somethin’ we had to do. Didn’t have much we could alchemize, right? Nothin’ sweet where we were but goddamn TaB and I’m sick of it. Watered down cola’s what that is.”

How was she supposed to respond to this kind. Her chewing gum brain felt the stretch it was making trying to connect all these sentences. She was beginning to get an understanding of who her roommate was. And well, despite calling himself cool, she wasn’t so sure the cool kids saved him a seat at the lunch table. 

It was almost a metaphor. 

So she sat there and listened finishing her slice of pizza. The last bite tasting like lemon meringue pie. Delicious. 

“Oh you rap, Daniel?” Cj looked the boy up and down, very carefully. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to hear any of it. She likened her musical tastes to bubblegum pop. She had a feeling their music tastes would clash tremendously. And she couldn’t have that in the house while she was working now could she. So immediately she regretted asking the question.

So she took the opportunity when the conversation turned to dessert. “You’ve never eaten dessert? Why you poor, poor thing.” She was sickly sweet like syrup. The artificial kind that didn’t taste quite right. Not like the real deal. “Well we’ll be sure to remedy that. Trust me the only balanced diet is one that’s heaping with sugar in all categories.” She coos slightly, “And only the good shit’s allowed in this house.” 

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A new apartment. That was an interesting thing to think about. Dave hadn’t moved in his entire life from that shitty apartment with his Bro. Frankly, he was surprised Bro let him leave at all. Motherfucker liked having someone to kick around, after all.

Regardless, here he was, phone in hand and shades on his face. Staring at his new roommate. Not that she should be able to tell, as far as she should know, he was looking at his phone. Thanks shades. 

The smile she was giving him was super creepy. Like one of those psychopaths in horror movies. Grinning at you like you’re a big old hunk of pig they can’t wait to stick full o’ holes. Or, in this girl’s case, probably more like a cake she couldn’t wait to just shove her face into. Was her outfit made of candy? Her hair seemed to be too. Man that’s rad as hell. Not that he’d tell her that. Who’d’a thunk a girl made of candy existed.

Ah shit, she was talkin’ to him. 

“Yeah. Sure. Dean, whatever. You can call me that if you think it fits me more. Hella cooler name than Dave. Sounds like some sort of mother fuckin’ demon hunter’s name. Goin’ out and smackin’ down demons with a bro. Wonder if demon smackin’s a lucrative business. Better ask John. Seems like it’d be in his wheel house. Demon smackin’s close enough to ghoul bustin’ right? Can’t be that different.” Wait. She asked about him. Fuck.

“Ain’t got nothin’ to say about me. Nothin’ you won’t find out in however long we’ll be in this living situation, anyway. All you gotta know is I’m cooler than a fuckin’ chocolate bar left in the freezer. Just pop that sweet piece of chocolate right in that there ice box and call it a day.” Oh sweet, there was pizza in front of him. Hell fuckin’ yes. He plucked one of them tasty triangles from the box and popped it right in his mouth.

And thank god for the Strider poker face. Thank God for shades. Look, even capitalized the G there is how thankful Dave was for the shades. Cuz his eyes widened just a bit behind them when his bite of that wonderfully savory pizza turned into some sort of sweet shit. Not that he had anything against sweet shit, but it was totally unexpected.

Barely missing a beat, he took another bite. “Didn’t know that place sold sweet pizzas. Hell fuckin’ yes. Get a good fuckin’ deal. Go lookin’ for dinner and get dessert. That’s how you fuckin’ do it.”

Damn Dave. This boy sure had a mouth on him. Which was fine let him do all the talking while she had her fun. She should’ve been put off by the sunglasses in the now darkening apartment, but with the company she keeps it’s hard to be put off by anything. It did however make his expression harder to read which was a little bit frustrating. 

“Cooler than chocolate left in the freezer huh? That’s a fun way to describe yourself, mind if I steal it sometime Dylan?” She laughs a little. Changing the name once more. She wondered if she could hit a name he really didn’t like. Or even if he would notice her never getting his name right. 

However her little pizza trick didn’t have the intended reaction. Oh well you win some you lose some. Well maybe if she just. She turned the flavors back for his third bite, maybe that could throw him.

“Well dessert is my favorite part of any meal. It’s just perfect don’t you think? Nothing better than to leave the evening or the day or the hour or the minute on a sweet note.” 

She kept doing it to, switching the pizza from sweet to savory. As she ate her own, calmly and without pause. 

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spoiled rotten - cj & emilia

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         Emilia rested their chin on the backs of their gloved hands, offering the barest glimpse of their sharp smile from the slit in their mask before zip, zip zipping it right back up so the only expression that remained was that of the masks empty gaze. Not a scare tactic by any means, but this was business.

“You’re new, huh?” Really, they liked the stranger’s motif. She was pretty, she smelled sweet and had sly eyes that gleamed with mischief. Emilia liked this one on principle. “Don’t mind Black Dragonfish, he’s scary but he’s-” a poorly timed argument erupted somewhere in the background, complete with the slamming and splintering of a chair,- “really a softy once you get to know him.”

They quickly stood and made their way over to Cj’s side pulling out the chair that was occupied previously by some villain that they couldn’t be bothered to remember; some real sleazeball. 

“So, whaddya call yourself? Got a dark, interesting past? Oh-! Don’t tell me, you’re here looking for your father’s killer?” A beat and they laughed at their own antics, “I’m kidding. I’m the Corrosionist, I’m the big man’s third in command. So what brings you into our fold?”

Cj took her time looking her conversation partner up and down before slowly opening the chocolate bar that was so graciously given to her. Now that she had only a mask to stare into and try to read it was her own turn to put on a mask. Her cherry sucker lips pursed slightly, the sprinkles upon her cheeks settling into a face some might call intrigue. 

With her well manicured nails she broke off a piece of the chocolate and popped it in her mouth. You would think she would be tired of sweets, but as the rich chocolate melted over her tongue she found herself energized. Almost as if the core of her being had turned into a vat of sickening sugar. 

She listened as Emilia explained Black Dragonfish’s secret disposition. “Oh really?” An eyebrow quirked upward in a curious way. As the resounding sounds of the argument settled into the air she couldn’t help but chuckle at the juxtaposition. 

“I’ve been calling myself Cavity, because what else do you get when you have too much sugar, and canker sore just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” She paused for a moment, not really one to give her entire life story as soon as it’s asked. And thankfully they were just kidding. “Let’s just say I’m looking for my Just Desserts. And what did little ol’ me do to attract the eye of the Third in Command?”

Cj pops another piece of chocolate.

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Oh now this was just too fun. It had been a long time since she had gotten to have fun like this. CJ sat at the kitchen table across from her new roommate. She had suggested that they order pizza, her treat, to break in the new apartment. They would be spending a lot of time together now wouldn’t they? 

It was a trap, of course. Upon the arrival of the pizza she set the table with two plates with the box between them. She pulled one piece to herself and let him choose when to take his own. But she was watching, very carefully. 

She let a small smile creep across her face, “Now, Dean was it?” She didn’t wait for him to correct her, she knew it was the wrong name, she didn’t care. “Tell me a little more about yourself help me get to know you” 

She took a bite of her pizza, her smile almost faltering as she swallowed the savory bite. Since her accident she hadn’t really been able to stomach anything savory or salty or for that matter anything not sweet. She used her abilities to change the pizza in her mouth into something more suited to her tastes. A chocolate chip cookie perhaps. 

Cj waited and watched for him to take a bite, to do the same to him. Just to see his reaction honestly. It was so funny to watch people taste something completely different to what they put in their mouths initially. 

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spoiled rotten - cj & emilia

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        Maybe they had fallen into the wrong line of work. It was the most reoccurring thought they had, often the last they would have as sleep wrenched them from the waking world. It was one that persisted even two years into gang work. Maybe it was the paycheck, maybe they really did enjoy it. They idly bit down on the lollipop they fed through the mouth of their mask, the crunch echoing in their ears. It was loud enough to drown out the meeting, to eclipse Reagan’s rough voice at least.  

In this spark of moment they could pretend to be alone.

Their tablet was set askew to them, forcefully shoved from the path of Dell’s shoes the moment they hit the table. They had already haphazardly scrawled the image of a puppy barking up at a pink haired figure, with several footnotes denoting; ‘Olive’s big day out’ or ‘you fucked up big time bordeaux the deadline is in a week’. Hell, they couldn’t even catch the eye of their men who had faithfully followed them to the meeting (the entirety of their crew being their publishing company, which was some commitment to be sure).

Maybe that was how Emilia’s eyes landed on the new face at the table; Cavity. Or at least that’s what they assumed she called herself. They took pause when the meeting came to an abrupt halt- oh, break time. Okay, cool. Time to guzzle down a sugary drink and draw something. But first!

With a deft, gloved hand Emilia withdrew a chocolate bar from their pocket, aimed and scooted it at the blonde woman, trying to be precise enough not to send it flying over the edge. It did reach its target; but instead bounced right into her unsuspecting face. That was about right.

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Cj had found herself exactly where she wanted to be. At the table with other like minded individuals. For once in her life she was at the cool kids table, and they actually wanted her there. Of course, she couldn’t let her excitement show. Not quite yet. That would be just very uncool of her. Cj sat with her back straight up against the chair and paid close attention to the meeting. And even closer to the people around her. 

Who knew where new connections could lie?

She was ready to play the game. And this time she wouldn’t fail. All her life she wanted to be part of something like this. Sure, yeah, it was evil. But in all honesty what wasn’t evil these days. Even the heroes had a darkside to them. She was sure of it. Cj went back to taking stock of the people around her. She noted the person across the table, they seemed to be snacking on candy despite the imposing mask they wore. 

That could be an interesting ally, if they liked sweets so much.

Break was called and as Cj turned in her chair intending to speak to the masked individual a chocolate bar smacked her in her face. It didn’t hurt of course but it did take her by surprise. She almost lost her temper. Almost. She reigned herself in with what Cj considered expert control. 

“Well thank you” Her sugary voice came out, “I wasn’t expecting a break time snack so quickly.” She pushed the glob of taffy she called hair back over her shoulder and turned to completely face the stranger. “And to what do I owe this sweet surprise?” Her sharp fingernails finding the edge of the wrapper beginning to slowly, almost languidly, open it. 

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