Smiling seeing cute kid/baby videos but then suddenly ain’t shit funny bc why are you posting your kids on the internet you dumb bitch take this shit down now don’t fucking do that
But first! We must thoroughly understand this man's fractured and devastated sense of self. Only then can we truly appreciate how connected he feels to her while finger-banging the soul from her body.
It's nuts how common it is to not allow children to be angry, even (especially) in households where adults are angry all the time. As a child I knew my own anger was unacceptable--not just expressing it outwardly but feeling it at all. So now as an adult my immediate reaction to my own anger is often to feel guilt instead of like. Noticing when someone is being rude or unfair or my boundaries are being violated or whatever. fucked up.
As if claiming the seat meant winning some grand prize, Penny launched herself at the over-ripened banana Rippen called a car.
The sight alone made him stiffen mid-step, inched off the curb. Admittedly, the car wasn’t as valuable as gold, despite it’s color. The appearance alone would tell you that. But the only thing he could focus on was the loose steel hinge trembling like a freezing animal as the youthful redhead rattled the door handle with not a lick of patience in her eyes.
That shitty metal box already had a number of problems, and a missing handle was soon to be another if he didn’t unlock the door faster.
And the second it was, Penny threw herself onto the passenger seat. The inside was nose-wrinkling, if not ghostly familiar; the air smelled vaguely of old plastic, despair, and whatever air freshener Rippen had bought five years ago and simply never replaced.
“You really do drive this thing everywhere..?” she muttered, her white sole adjusting a crooked vent that snapped back out of place immediately.
“Yes,” Rippen hissed through gritted teeth, sliding in himself. “...Because, unlike some people, I don’t have the luxury of being chauffeured around like a– Hold on a tick! Should I even allow you in the front?” he blurted, concerned less with human legalities, and more reluctant to deal with a teenager having full reins to his dashboard. “You’re like a paper clip. I don’t want you flying out when the window decides to roll down on its own again.”
Penny's eyes slid toward him, her head dropping sharply at tilt; “Oh, gee. Gee. Ol’ Rip, since when did you become a wet blanket, on top of being a stick shoved somewhere dark and undignified?” She answered, noodle legs folding into awkward angles as she tried and failed to arrange herself comfortably among the questionable springs and the fossilized gum under the glove box; eventually, she resorted to kicking her legs up, only for her heels to be sourly swept off the dashboard posthaste. "It's probably fine!"
“...You know what?” He jabbed an ombre claw to the car ceiling. “Sit wherever you like! If you shoot out the front, it’s no longer my problem!”
“Sure,” With a breezy dismissal, it was obvious she wasn't going to move either way. Penny made herself as comfy as those lumpy cushions would let her. "...Uncle Chuck’s car isn’t much better, fur in a lot of weird places actually.” she added, picking at a frayed seat thread. “It’s not that bad but they’re just,” Penny paused, fishing for something charitable or witty, but her comment landed flatly as her eyes escaped to the window.
“They’re them.”
Rippen gave a curt, disinterested nod. He didn’t care about her domestic peculiarities, not really. But there was a faint tug somewhere under his ribs. Unwelcome, uninvited, characteristically itchy; A nasty, sickly warm hint of sympathy.
But before the thought could travel somewhere sentimental, he forced the key into the ignition.
And the car re-animated with a legally concerning noise; Somewhere between a dying 1900’s lawnmower and serious whooping cough, the death rattle was enough for both of them to buckle their seatbelts with a sudden, very integellient sense of urgency.
I was wondering what an interaction of Scriveyn and Asrael would be like,,,, do you think they'd get along?
Like, speaking of how much they love their daughters?
Hmmm, yeah, I think they'd get along. Probably not entirely smoothly, some bumps here and there, but that's due to Scriveyn being pretty bad at interacting with people. From what I gathered, Asrael seems like a pretty understanding and patient guy. Especially if they're communing in a calm environment, all should be fine. Just hope that Asrael doesn't mind some random tangents that may occur. That's how that interaction will go; fighting to stay on track and act as a "normal" person with some nice stranger Scriv just met.
Scriveyn: You ever thought about replacing anything you don't like about yourself?
Asrael: Hm?
Scriveyn: You.... like the weather? 😅
And, oh my goodness, that would be so adorable! Gushing over gushing over their babies, ughhhhhhhhh!!! Absolutely yapping about them and maybe the two father's kids could be hanging out, talking, maybe some mischief could be had 😈.
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