Scotch @devils-scotch - Tumblr Blog

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

I’m doing alright! A little banged up, but I’ll be fine soon enough… how’ve you been?

(Ae grin a little as they load a plate and offer to help load his)

Scotch smiles and declines the help, filling his own plate with the spaghetti meatballs and the brussels along with a singular stuffed mushroom.

"Hear ya. Let us know if we can help. I've been doing just fine. I went out and bought Trix some paint today since my hips felt up to it."

Trix smiles behind him and loads up her plate.

Nice! What paints did you get?

(Ae ask with its plate carrying one of everything)

"I got a couple blues and blacks and greens. It's what the stall had most of today." He shrugs, sitting in a nice plush recliner. Plasma and Honey are on the 3 person couch next to it, Pixie is in a loveseat, and Bio is in another 3 person couch across from the loveseat.

Trix sits in an office chair between Plasma and Scotch.

(Membrane stays standing, eating slow)

Shiny. I would’ve been there, but I ditched way early…

"That's alright." Scotch shrugs, putting the leg rest up a little.

Least you didn’t see any of the chaos.

(Ae shrug, before shoving a large mouthful of food down deir gullet like it hasn’t eaten since last week)

"That bad, huh?" Scotch mutters, taking slow bites of his food.

Everybody else is talking and laughing with each other. Trix is eerily quiet as they eat. They never really have much to say, but this is quiet even for them.

(Membrane keeps half an eye on Trix, observing with concern ae mask by continuing to talk to Scotch)

Oh, it was that bad. Absolute nonsense. Fighting and stuff.

"Hear ya." Scotch nods, eating quietly.

Trix eats slowly, not bothering to speak.

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

I’m doing alright! A little banged up, but I’ll be fine soon enough… how’ve you been?

(Ae grin a little as they load a plate and offer to help load his)

Scotch smiles and declines the help, filling his own plate with the spaghetti meatballs and the brussels along with a singular stuffed mushroom.

"Hear ya. Let us know if we can help. I've been doing just fine. I went out and bought Trix some paint today since my hips felt up to it."

Trix smiles behind him and loads up her plate.

Nice! What paints did you get?

(Ae ask with its plate carrying one of everything)

"I got a couple blues and blacks and greens. It's what the stall had most of today." He shrugs, sitting in a nice plush recliner. Plasma and Honey are on the 3 person couch next to it, Pixie is in a loveseat, and Bio is in another 3 person couch across from the loveseat.

Trix sits in an office chair between Plasma and Scotch.

(Membrane stays standing, eating slow)

Shiny. I would’ve been there, but I ditched way early…

"That's alright." Scotch shrugs, putting the leg rest up a little.

Least you didn’t see any of the chaos.

(Ae shrug, before shoving a large mouthful of food down deir gullet like it hasn’t eaten since last week)

"That bad, huh?" Scotch mutters, taking slow bites of his food.

Everybody else is talking and laughing with each other. Trix is eerily quiet as they eat. They never really have much to say, but this is quiet even for them.

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

I’m doing alright! A little banged up, but I’ll be fine soon enough… how’ve you been?

(Ae grin a little as they load a plate and offer to help load his)

Scotch smiles and declines the help, filling his own plate with the spaghetti meatballs and the brussels along with a singular stuffed mushroom.

"Hear ya. Let us know if we can help. I've been doing just fine. I went out and bought Trix some paint today since my hips felt up to it."

Trix smiles behind him and loads up her plate.

Nice! What paints did you get?

(Ae ask with its plate carrying one of everything)

"I got a couple blues and blacks and greens. It's what the stall had most of today." He shrugs, sitting in a nice plush recliner. Plasma and Honey are on the 3 person couch next to it, Pixie is in a loveseat, and Bio is in another 3 person couch across from the loveseat.

Trix sits in an office chair between Plasma and Scotch.

(Membrane stays standing, eating slow)

Shiny. I would’ve been there, but I ditched way early…

"That's alright." Scotch shrugs, putting the leg rest up a little.

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

I’m doing alright! A little banged up, but I’ll be fine soon enough… how’ve you been?

(Ae grin a little as they load a plate and offer to help load his)

Scotch smiles and declines the help, filling his own plate with the spaghetti meatballs and the brussels along with a singular stuffed mushroom.

"Hear ya. Let us know if we can help. I've been doing just fine. I went out and bought Trix some paint today since my hips felt up to it."

Trix smiles behind him and loads up her plate.

Nice! What paints did you get?

(Ae ask with its plate carrying one of everything)

#devilsscotch #<i have tragically been there with meds #<< yuppp #<< been there without em too sometimes

"I got a couple blues and blacks and greens. It's what the stall had most of today." He shrugs, sitting in a nice plush recliner. Plasma and Honey are on the 3 person couch next to it, Pixie is in a loveseat, and Bio is in another 3 person couch across from the loveseat.

Trix sits in an office chair between Plasma and Scotch.

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

I’m doing alright! A little banged up, but I’ll be fine soon enough… how’ve you been?

(Ae grin a little as they load a plate and offer to help load his)

#devilsscotch #< by load I mean in total his plate might be half full if that #< the painkillers mess with his appetite sometimes. today it's less leaning. maybe tomorrow it'll be more leaning.

Scotch smiles and declines the help, filling his own plate with the spaghetti meatballs and the brussels along with a singular stuffed mushroom.

"Hear ya. Let us know if we can help. I've been doing just fine. I went out and bought Trix some paint today since my hips felt up to it."

Trix smiles behind him and loads up her plate.

"Puffball?" Bio asks, knocking on the door to Membrane's bungalow.

@bio-toxins

(Membrane gets the door in a blue wavy tee and black cycling shorts that show off their muscles, with ankle boots. Membranes makeup has clearly just been taken off, and dey smile upon seeing Bio)

Hey!

One hand is on his steering wheel, the other on his lap.

Soon enough they pull up to the mansion, where he gets out and opens the door for dem.

Thank you, thank you.

(Ae get out and hug him for a moment, kissing his forehead before taking his hand)

Onward- to food!

The moment they walk into the kitchen, Trix is busy making multiple foods.

They've got rock music playing from their radio, with seasoned Powerpup meatballs and spaghetti being cooked in one pot and their famous stuffed mushrooms being assembled currently, other pots and pans with stuff in them also around.

Trix waves.

(Dey wave back, taking a long sniff in and practically drooling)

Mmmmmmm… all mine.

Trix laughs. "Want the rundown of what I've got?"

I’d love it.

(Ae casually change from holding hands to putting an arm round his duckling)

Trix hums. "Spaghetti with tomato sauce and seasoned Powerpup meatballs. My stuffed mushrooms with ground turkey and cheese. Brussels cooked in bacon and garlic. Bean soup. Oh and bread pudding with pecans and bourbon brown sugar sauce!"

They finish stuffing the mushrooms and put them in the oven and go back to cooking.

Bio mutters 'damn.'

Well damn… shame I’m eating all of it by myself.

(Dey’re obviously joking)

Trix nods. "Shame."

Bio jokes about offering help, to which Trix pins him with a glare. He laughs and mutters he's joking.

Careful now duck, Trix’ll have you roasted.

(Membrane jokes)

Bio laughs. "Awh, man...."

"it'd suck to tenderize your muscle-y self." Trix mutters.

I wouldn’t let ‘em, but they might best me.

(It casually flexes out the other arms muscles)

Bio laughs and Trix smiles before checking their stuffed mushrooms in the oven. They grab a kitchen towel and pull the tray out before radioing each member and saying to come eat as they grab plates with their free hand.

(Ae let Bio go first, looking at it all)

I can take some to Scotch if he doesn’t feel like coming down?

"I'll go ask." Trix says, walking off.

They come down with Scotch a moment later, who's obviously feeling better. He ruffles Trix's hair and gets in line with Plasma, Pixie, Honey, Bio. He waves at Membrane and offers to let aem go in front of him.

(Ae do go in front, signing thanks to him and joining the queue)

#devilsscotch #< Trix always eats last if they cook #< and yes the HDs have a dining room. no they do not use it.

Scotch nods and smiles. "How you doing, Membrane?"

Trix gets in line behind him, the last person to get food. Everyone is buzzing and talking and happy as they fill their plates and thank Trix on their way to the living area to lounge and eat.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

Trix pulls out a paper she sketched from her drawer. There’s 5 people, and a very young Trix. “This was our leader… she was nice.” Trix points to a tall girl with green hair who’s in a blue hoodie. The face is a little blurry, like Trix couldn’t remember details.

“That’s the brother and sister.” Trix gestures to the two she just showed.

Trix’s brow furrows when she gets to the next joy in the sketch. “This joy… It was kind of a loner. I couldn’t really tell if it ever wanted to be there or not. It was weird when it talked.” The joy in question was very short, with red and black frizzed hair and a creepy face, sort of like an Aye-Aye. The joy’s dress is frilly and old. Probably the most detailed sketch apart from the brother and sister.

Trix shakes their head. “And this was our best shot. Real protective and all. Always sober.” They point to the last joy, ray gun in hand, with long brown hair and a skin-tight shirt on. The face on this one is also a little blurry.

“Huh… Definitely an interesting group. So… why’d you leave?” Scotch asks, stretching his shoulders.

Trix's expression is sort of distant, like the event was yesterday and not nearly 4 years ago. “We got into a firefight… um… The sister dusted. So did our best shot, she actually went first. We kinda fell into civil war? Her brother got to be constantly angry because she died, the group was sort of reeling… Everyone was in an awful place, so I left. What I didn’t know is that a cloud was nearby when I left, so I was running from it, too. That’s when I met Plasma… I think I was 13.”

Scotch has been quiet this whole time. “I can see why us being so concerned for you is irritating.”

“It is! I know you guys mean well— I just—” Trix's hands flail for a second.

“You just came from the other side of the extreme.” Scotch interrupts.

“...Yeah, actually.” Trix goes back to sketching.

“I’m trying to get us to ease up on you. It’s just… a struggle.” Scotch says quietly.

“I know, Scotch. Thanks for listening..”

“Anytime, kid. I’m gonna go take some pain killers. Enjoy the paint.” Scotch smiles, ruffling their hair and hobbling off.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

Trix pulls out a paper she sketched from her drawer. There’s 5 people, and a very young Trix. “This was our leader… she was nice.” Trix points to a tall girl with green hair who’s in a blue hoodie. The face is a little blurry, like Trix couldn’t remember details.

“That’s the brother and sister.” Trix gestures to the two she just showed.

Trix’s brow furrows when she gets to the next joy in the sketch. “This joy… It was kind of a loner. I couldn’t really tell if it ever wanted to be there or not. It was weird when it talked.” The joy in question was very short, with red and black frizzed hair and a creepy face, sort of like an Aye-Aye. The joy’s dress is frilly and old. Probably the most detailed sketch apart from the brother and sister.

Trix shakes their head. “And this was our best shot. Real protective and all. Always sober.” They point to the last joy, ray gun in hand, with long brown hair and a skin-tight shirt on. The face on this one is also a little blurry.

“Huh… Definitely an interesting group. So… why’d you leave?” Scotch asks, stretching his shoulders.

Trix's expression is sort of distant, like the event was yesterday and not nearly 4 years ago. “We got into a firefight… um… The sister dusted. So did our best shot, she actually went first. We kinda fell into civil war? Her brother got to be constantly angry because she died, the group was sort of reeling… Everyone was in an awful place, so I left. What I didn’t know is that a cloud was nearby when I left, so I was running from it, too. That’s when I met Plasma… I think I was 13.”

Scotch has been quiet this whole time. “I can see why us being so concerned for you is irritating.”

“It is! I know you guys mean well— I just—” Trix's hands flail for a second.

“You just came from the other side of the extreme.” Scotch interrupts.

“...Yeah, actually.” Trix goes back to sketching.

“I’m trying to get us to ease up on you. It’s just… a struggle.” Scotch says quietly.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

Trix pulls out a paper she sketched from her drawer. There’s 5 people, and a very young Trix. “This was our leader… she was nice.” Trix points to a tall girl with green hair who’s in a blue hoodie. The face is a little blurry, like Trix couldn’t remember details.

“That’s the brother and sister.” Trix gestures to the two she just showed.

Trix’s brow furrows when she gets to the next joy in the sketch. “This joy… It was kind of a loner. I couldn’t really tell if it ever wanted to be there or not. It was weird when it talked.” The joy in question was very short, with red and black frizzed hair and a creepy face, sort of like an Aye-Aye. The joy’s dress is frilly and old. Probably the most detailed sketch apart from the brother and sister.

Trix shakes their head. “And this was our best shot. Real protective and all. Always sober.” They point to the last joy, ray gun in hand, with long brown hair and a skin-tight shirt on. The face on this one is also a little blurry.

“Huh… Definitely an interesting group. So… why’d you leave?” Scotch asks, stretching his shoulders.

Trix's expression is sort of distant, like the event was yesterday and not nearly 4 years ago. “We got into a firefight… um… The sister dusted. So did our best shot, she actually went first. We kinda fell into civil war? Her brother got to be constantly angry because she died, the group was sort of reeling… Everyone was in an awful place, so I left. What I didn’t know is that a cloud was nearby when I left, so I was running from it, too. That’s when I met Plasma… I think I was 13.”

Scotch has been quiet this whole time. “I can see why us being so concerned for you is irritating.”

“It is! I know you guys mean well— I just—” Trix's hands flail for a second.

“You just came from the other side of the extreme.” Scotch interrupts.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

Trix pulls out a paper she sketched from her drawer. There’s 5 people, and a very young Trix. “This was our leader… she was nice.” Trix points to a tall girl with green hair who’s in a blue hoodie. The face is a little blurry, like Trix couldn’t remember details.

“That’s the brother and sister.” Trix gestures to the two she just showed.

Trix’s brow furrows when she gets to the next joy in the sketch. “This joy… It was kind of a loner. I couldn’t really tell if it ever wanted to be there or not. It was weird when it talked.” The joy in question was very short, with red and black frizzed hair and a creepy face, sort of like an Aye-Aye. The joy’s dress is frilly and old. Probably the most detailed sketch apart from the brother and sister.

Trix shakes their head. “And this was our best shot. Real protective and all. Always sober.” They point to the last joy, ray gun in hand, with long brown hair and a skin-tight shirt on. The face on this one is also a little blurry.

“Huh… Definitely an interesting group. So… why’d you leave?” Scotch asks, stretching his shoulders.

Trix's expression is sort of distant, like the event was yesterday and not nearly 4 years ago. “We got into a firefight… um… The sister dusted. So did our best shot, she actually went first. We kinda fell into civil war? Her brother got to be constantly angry because she died, the group was sort of reeling… Everyone was in an awful place, so I left. What I didn’t know is that a cloud was nearby when I left, so I was running from it, too. That’s when I met Plasma… I think I was 13.”

Scotch has been quiet this whole time. “I can see why us being so concerned for you is irritating.”

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

Trix pulls out a paper she sketched from her drawer. There’s 5 people, and a very young Trix. “This was our leader… she was nice.” Trix points to a tall girl with green hair who’s in a blue hoodie. The face is a little blurry, like Trix couldn’t remember details.

“That’s the brother and sister.” Trix gestures to the two she just showed.

Trix’s brow furrows when she gets to the next joy in the sketch. “This joy… It was kind of a loner. I couldn’t really tell if it ever wanted to be there or not. It was weird when it talked.” The joy in question was very short, with red and black frizzed hair and a creepy face, sort of like an Aye-Aye. The joy’s dress is frilly and old. Probably the most detailed sketch apart from the brother and sister.

Trix shakes their head. “And this was our best shot. Real protective and all. Always sober.” They point to the last joy, ray gun in hand, with long brown hair and a skin-tight shirt on. The face on this one is also a little blurry.

“Huh… Definitely an interesting group. So… why’d you leave?” Scotch asks, stretching his shoulders.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

“Well… we would bar-hop, and she’d get us kicked out most nights. That was kind of our thing between running from clouds. Never really had a place to stay until right before I fled. We’d mostly sleep in the leader’s van. Um… she and our leader liked to get plastered and throw themselves into the rough crowd. Always said she’d ‘see where the night took her.’”

A pause. “Pretty sure she would try anything given to her as long as it was some form of a drug. She always got worse when she was drunk… physical.”

Trix glances up just in time to see Scotch’s expression shift at the mention of getting physical. “I never got close enough to find out how physical.”

“Got it. How many others were in this crew?”

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

“Yeah… I know.” Trix mutters, pausing their sketching.

“You know how I was in a crew before us?” They watch Scotch nod.

“These two… they were brother and sister. The sister, she was sort of a loose cannon… hated me for whatever reason. Her brother was nice enough, tried to keep her toned down around me. They were younger than our leader but older than everyone else. I wish I could remember exactly...”

Scotch hums. “How much of a loose cannon we talkin'?”

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

“Just… don’t tell Plasma. Please?” Trix looks up.

“If you tell me something that has nothing to do with anyone, I won’t tell anyone. Simple as that. You know this, Trix.”

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.

“A long time ago…” Trix mutters, smudging a part of the sketch with more effort than needed.

“Do you want to talk about this ‘long time ago’?” Scotch asks, shifting his legs onto the bed. He waits through the next moment of silence.

A knock on Trix’s door. “Kid? Can I come in?”

@devils-scotch

“Yeah.” They call out, looking up from their paper as Scotch walks in, using his forearm crutches. He’s holding a little bag. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in.” He sits across from Trix on their bed, holding the bag out.

Trix takes it, peering inside. “Oooh, more paint. Thank you, Scotch!”

“No problem. How we holdin’ up?” He asks, looking at the several sketches laid out.

“Just hangin’. Sketching.” They shrug, smudging their current sketch with their finger.

It’s of two joys, seemingly tall. A girl, with long hair half-up, who’s carrying a knife. She’s got a sharp grin on her face and one arm thrown around a guy with the same type of curly hair, who’s smiling. They have the same facial structure.

“People you know?” Scotch asks, not missing how Trix’s hand stops moving. He waits in the silence.