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@packedtazer
🫧"Eu tava confortável no dia, né, tava calor." 🫧
🫧 Notes about Y!pac:
-> Uses he/she/they pronouns, doesn't know exactly what her gender is! Also identifies as transfem, but not entirely?
-> Goes by Pac, or whatever nickname she gets called!
-> Has a mental link with Mike (@tazeredmike) so posts may occasionally have pink or green text!
-> She likes to be called Mae more than Pai!
(Hey, it’s the admin for this blog. Due to some personal issues I’m stepping away from yaoiverse as a whole. It was an awesome experience and I hope the rest of the group can get their stories written. I’m just going to reblog this post to the active blogs.)
[@explorar-curiosity-e-opportunity]
As soon as she was told where richas was, Pac dropped everything. She didn’t even change from the clothes she wore to Cellbit’s; No thoughts entered her head other than Richas and Cellbit’s office.
She doesn’t even pay attention to anyone as she passes through the server to get to trick.
She runs and runs until she can see the familiar door, then knocks, panting outside of it. She should’ve teleported, but, again, she wasn’t really thinking.
Richarlyson has stayed within the nest of blankets since his talk with his pai Cellbit. Though Cellbit was more so on Pac's side, it felt like. And he couldn't help but feel slighted by the notion, as if Pac didn't disown him to his own best friend! To Lullah's face! Like she wouldn't tell him!
Tricks hand pad at the blankets around trick, the mild ambiances of the office was echoing through tricks mind as trick decides the next course of action, but those thoughts were slightly interrupted by the knock on the door.
For a moment, photo let photoself hope. Maybe it was Felps, making his way around. Though, it could be Mike, finally out of the lab. Tricky's not too sure who else photo should expect it to be.
At the hope that it might be Pai Felps, Tricky gets out of the pile of blankets, making treats way over to the door and pulling it open to peer outside.
It was a little mean to say that there's disappointment when it was the subject of treats ire.
Pac.
Though the emotions of what happened were, less than settled, it felt like more fuel to the fire to see her face for the first time in a while. Why was she here now? Will she only show up after she messes up?
A frown pulls at the lighter patches of Richarlyson skin as he watches her, standing there with her hands twisting nervously. She looks more like a scolded kid being sent to the principal office.
"Oh, it's...you."
Quite honestly, Pac doesn't know how to fix this. She's messed up. Sleeping on and off and not seeing her kid really messed things up, plain and simple.
Pac lowers her arms and kneels. She wants to get a better look at trick. "I'm not going to make you take a walk with me," She starts, "I really, really messed up. Would you like to walk with me so we can talk about it?"
A scowl pulls at Richarlyson's mouth, lips pulling back into what could only be a method of baring teeth.
She messed up? That's why she's here, of course it is. The only time she has ever shown up is when she's a problem for others.
He's tempted to say no, slam the door in her face and hide until she goes away. But Richarlyson was so angry at her. Livid, really.
"Why should I." Trick bites out eventually, tricks grip on the door handle tightening, how many hearts would slamming the door on her take. Probably not more than a half, maybe less.
Richas' eyes narrow considerably, the words that left photo only made photo more upset. Photo was right, why should photo help Pac the problem they caused. Does Pac think talking it out will make everything better?
"Why are you even here, você já está confortável com a ideia de me repudiar." Each work that came from her mouth was layered with vitriol. Richas rolls her eyes, the pink beneath her hair were burning holes into Pac, judgemental and hostile.
Tricky was no longer taking any steps forward in this.
—
[Translation: you're already comfortable with the thought of disowning me.]
Pac didn't move, despite seeing Richas's grip on the door handle, and the way her eyes looked at Pac. She lets out a breath. "I don't want to disown you. I am not going to-" She takes a moment, figuring out the words she wants to say. With a slight groan (at her own brain), she sits criss-cross on the ground, metal leg thunking slightly on the wooden floor.
"I misclicked on the form. I did and I can't reverse it, but Richas- I don't want to give you up. I don't want to disown you. You're my baby, my baby. And I shouldn't have done it. Especially after how absent I've been." She wants to make it all go away - but it can't. She hurt trick badly and she wants to make things better for her baby.
"I'm here because I messed up and I wanted to apologize for hurting you, nothing more, nothing less. I am here for you, Richas." She keeps her hands in her lap, but plays with the fabric of her pants nervously.
[@explorar-curiosity-e-opportunity]
As soon as she was told where richas was, Pac dropped everything. She didn’t even change from the clothes she wore to Cellbit’s; No thoughts entered her head other than Richas and Cellbit’s office.
She doesn’t even pay attention to anyone as she passes through the server to get to trick.
She runs and runs until she can see the familiar door, then knocks, panting outside of it. She should’ve teleported, but, again, she wasn’t really thinking.
Richarlyson has stayed within the nest of blankets since his talk with his pai Cellbit. Though Cellbit was more so on Pac's side, it felt like. And he couldn't help but feel slighted by the notion, as if Pac didn't disown him to his own best friend! To Lullah's face! Like she wouldn't tell him!
Tricks hand pad at the blankets around trick, the mild ambiances of the office was echoing through tricks mind as trick decides the next course of action, but those thoughts were slightly interrupted by the knock on the door.
For a moment, photo let photoself hope. Maybe it was Felps, making his way around. Though, it could be Mike, finally out of the lab. Tricky's not too sure who else photo should expect it to be.
At the hope that it might be Pai Felps, Tricky gets out of the pile of blankets, making treats way over to the door and pulling it open to peer outside.
It was a little mean to say that there's disappointment when it was the subject of treats ire.
Pac.
Though the emotions of what happened were, less than settled, it felt like more fuel to the fire to see her face for the first time in a while. Why was she here now? Will she only show up after she messes up?
A frown pulls at the lighter patches of Richarlyson skin as he watches her, standing there with her hands twisting nervously. She looks more like a scolded kid being sent to the principal office.
"Oh, it's...you."
Quite honestly, Pac doesn't know how to fix this. She's messed up. Sleeping on and off and not seeing her kid really messed things up, plain and simple.
Pac lowers her arms and kneels. She wants to get a better look at trick. "I'm not going to make you take a walk with me," She starts, "I really, really messed up. Would you like to walk with me so we can talk about it?"
(@catboyarg)
She didn't really expect this this late at night. Mike was giggling at her and shielding her from his mind as she started changing out of her pajamas. And even with some pestering, Mike still didn't say anything.
She threw on a nice pair of brown combat boots and one of Cellbit's still-stolen shirts and a pair of sweatpants. This was gonna be fun, and she probably was just going to nurse his drunk-then-hungover headache and let Cellbit sleep next to her. It was a bit of a routine, admittedly, created before they even landed on the island if Pac's memory serves her right.
Thankfully, the walk to Cellbit's house still isn't very far. The night is chilly and Pac shivers a bit before getting to the door. Once she does, she knocks a couple times and waits for him to answer.
Cellbit stumbles a little as he makes his way to the door. Maybe opening that new bottle was a bad idea, but now it's open and Cellbit isn't going to let it go to waste. Maybe Pac will want some?
Xe swings open the door, pupils wide and unfocused. Cellbit smiles at Pac, blinking and trying to bring him into focus.
"Paccy!" Xe exclaims, draping xemself over her in a half-hug, half-fall. Xir face tucks against her throat. "Hi!"
Cellbit rubs at his eyes roughly and sniffs, then pauses. Something smells familiar. Not familiar like Pac, familiar like something else. He just can't place his finger on what it is. But there's something, that's for sure.
She hugs him back and squeezes gently. “Hi, querido. You’re drunk.” She giggles and pulls him back. “Let’s get you on the couch, yeah? You should relax for a bit.”
She doesn’t bring up the thing that got her here in the first place - eating Cellbit. In reality, Pac doesn’t know if she’d really go through with it. There’s parts of Cellbit that are just too important. With Quackity, it was honestly a dirty joke - but it has meaning with Cellbit. It’s not Cell letting her take a pound of flesh, it’s Cellbit.
Pac closes the door behind them and grabs xir hand, dragging xir to xir couch and softly pushing xem onto it. She starts maneuvering around them, getting water and safe snacks for xem while the alcohol works through xir system.
"Mhmm," Cellbit hums, letting Pac settle xem on the couch.
Cellbit curls up, watching Pac bustle about, grabbing cups and snacks. Maybe he wants to have something alongside Cellbit? It's like Cellbit is part of a charcuterie board, and Pac is trying to find what pairs best with xem.
He can't help but giggle at the thought, curling up further. His eyes are ever-so-slightly lidded, the alcohol dragging him down, like gravity is stronger than usual, or just kind of off.
Xe wonders what Pac wants to take from xem. Xir leg, maybe, some final retribution. Pac probably wouldn't take anything that big, though. A hand, maybe? Or the tip of Cellbit's tail? Maybe even just some of xir blood, and maybe a little piece taken out of xir throat.
Yeah, Pac would like that. Then Cellbit could prove that he's better than Quackity!
Pac looks over her shoulder and smiles fondly at the giggling cat on the couch. "Cellbinho? What are you giggling at?" She joins him on the couch after setting the crackers down on the table and cozies up next to him. She reaches up and pets a hand through his hair soothingly. "I was just grabbing some snacks, it really isn't that funny."
"I'm like a- a charcuterie board." Cellbit stumbles over the French, trying to use his best French accent on the word. He channels his inner Baghera.
Cellbit curls into Pac, still giggling. Xir ears flick when Pac's hand cards through xir hair. His fingers feel nice when they gently brush through the tangles.
Pac laughs and nods along with it, even mimicking his French under her breath. "These snacks are for you, Cellbit. But okay, yeah, you're my- you're my charcuterie board, okay." Pac kisses xir forehead and scratches xir scalp. "If I was pairing you with something though, you'd be a lot more drunk. And sprinkled in garlic and basil. Ooo. And I'd get some hot sauce. Mhm."
Xe burrows close, nosing against Pac's jaw. Cellbit's eyebrows furrow.
"Where 's it then?"
Pac swallows nervously, then fakes confidence. "I wanted to taste you by yourself this time. Yeah."
She can feel his breath against her skin. This isn't the first time they've been close like this - Roier's even noticed it and told Pac it was okay and then winked and - Pac breathes out again. "Wanted it all to myself, not the garnish."
Pac's breath tickles Cellbit's cheek. Xe turns xir head try try looking at her while still leaning against her shoulder. It's half-successful.
"Well 'm all yours," he mutters as he looks up at her. A goofy grin is plastered on his face and his pupils are still dilated, but Cellbit looks a little more level-headed. He looks genuine.
Another breath escapes Pac. She shakes her head abit and looks away and to the table of snacks. "You shouldn't say things like that Cellbit, unless you mean them." Her hand squeezes in his hair, almost like she's trying to anchor them both to this moment.
She's allowed. She's been given permission. It's the final leap into asking for anything that scares Pac. She didn't come to eat him, she came for the opportunity to see his face. She missed it, as much as she feels guilt over admitting it. She shouldn't actually harbor any feelings, and yet...
His brows furrow further, smile dropping a little in lieu of confusion.
"Why would I say it if I don't mean it?"
Cellbit's words are slightly slurred, but they get the point across. Xe isn't just saying whatever bullshit comes to xir mind, xe wants this. Sending the message, walking here, offering xemself up on a silver fucking platter. It is all intentional, with a goal in mind.
A goal that will end in Cellbit being hurt, yes, but maybe he can also be forgiven. Pac seems to have forgiven him long ago, but he wants to look at himself and see anything but the monster who took a piece of her.
But Pac can take a piece of xem, and he's no monster. Pac could never be called anything so cruel. And if someone so compassionate and kind can take a piece of Cellbit, then maybe Cellbit can look in the mirror and see xemself instead of the monster xe tries to hide.
"Oh." Pac shifts nervously, but doesn't pull or push Cellbit away. He nods and even holds xir a bit tighter. "Right. Of course you- you always mean it, yeah? You're straightforward like that and everything." He laughs at himself a bit and leans forward, taking one of the crackers and eating it.
Maybe this'll help Pac be normal - eating and Not Talking. Surely, as long as he doesn't look at xir, as long as Pac focuses on anything else except how cute Cellbit looks like this, maybe Pac will be okay.
"... Peixinho?"
Something is off. Pac sounds strained, nervous. Uncomfortable. This is supposed to do the opposite for him, and Cellbit's not sure where xe has gone wrong.
"Are you okay?" Cellbit asks, his hesitation as obvious as anything.
Maybe this was too much. It'd probably be best if Cellbit stopped. Pac seemed interested, but it is not crazy to think that Pac wouldn't want to become like- like this. Like Cellbit.
"Do you really want me to eat you? For real?" Pac doesn't have subtle grace all the time. He can't avoid it every time, he can't avoid this. This has been a long time coming, he needs to get this off his chest before it bursts in the cavity of his ribs.
"Because I will, I just- you're important. It needs to be something small because I can't take your leg or- or your arm. I don't even know if I could take a finger. You- you're too important to me."
Cellbit is sobering up faster than he would have liked. He's not sure if he can do this without that barrier between him and the rest of the world.
"You're important to me, too," Cellbit promises. Xe wants to pull back, to let Pac see how sincere xe is, but the idea makes xir stomach twist. So, xe stays tucked where xe is. "That's why I came to you. I don't go around offering myself as a snack to everyone."
He puffs out a breath. When he speaks again, Cellbit is a little more quiet.
"Don't feel like you have to. But you- you wanted to taste someone, and I want that. To be the first. And I want you to take what you want."
Cellbit would let Pac pull xem apart limb by limb until xe dies. Xe would let her eat every inch of flesh in front of xem. And xe would be happy, as long as Pac was happy. She already lost so much from xem, now xe wants to finally give instead of take.
Maybe if xe were more drunk, Cellbit would be able to say it.
Pac takes a moment, then nods again. "What do you want me to take?"
Oh. He wants this.
Okay. Okay! Cellbit relaxes, almost imperceptibly.
"Anything you want," Cellbit says, combing fingers through her hair. Pac's hair is much softer thans his. "Whatever mark you want to leave will be worth more than anything I could ever give."
Okay, yeah, way too sober now. Where the fuck is the rest of Cellbit's wine?
What part of him could Pac feasibly take guilt-free? None, but that wasn't what xe asked. Xe asked what part Pac wanted. What Pac wants. How could he make a decision like that? It was pure hunger and sadism that brought Cellbit to the desire to eat Pac's leg. Pac doesn't crave the same - his comes from something else entirely. A mix of power and desire for something. You own my scars, I own yours. Pac still grapples with the choice.
Arm, leg, finger, nail, ear, throat, shoulder, elbow - there were many choices. Organs were off the table. Too messy. She didn't want to clean him up, didn't feel like it. Fingers through her hair. Fingers. Finger.
"Which finger would you miss the most?"
Cellbit's breath comes out a little shaky. Pac is asking, now. This is happening.
"The most?" Cellbit asks, looking down at his hands. "Ah- my thumb, maybe. Or my middle finger."
Xe giggles again. It's comes out somewhat nervous, but it's fine. Cellbit shows off his middle fingers, grin lopsided.
"Can you imagine not being able to give Felps the middle finger?"
She giggles with xem. "Truly would be a tragedy... How about I take your index finger then? On the left one, not your writing hand."
Xe flexes xir hand, examining the finger in question. There is a small scar just next to the nail, from something Cellbit has long forgotten. Mostly, it looks like a finger, clawed as it may be.
Cellbit doesn't think he will miss it that much.
"... Okay," Cellbit concedes. "You could- if you wanted to take from my dominant hand, you could. I wouldn't mind."
Still a little alcohol in Cellbit's system, then. He leans back some, glances up at Pac through his eyelashes. "But the choice is yours, peixinho. Whatever you want, I will give you."
He nods and cups the back of xir neck, thumb on xir jaw. "Before we do this? Remember I like you." She leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips. She remembers she's allowed, she's allowed. Then pulls back and grabs his hand, getting the finger ready and placing it in between her teeth.
It's surprisingly easy to bite a finger off. The force it takes for a carrot is all you need to take off a finger. She has strong teeth, biting cleanly down through muscle and tissue and bone is relatively easy. Her hand doesn't leave the back of xir neck. She tucks his head into the crook of her neck.
Mike tells her they look like a painting. Pac wants to laugh around the blood and viscera in her teeth. Instead, she swallows and keeps the stump in her mouth longer, drinking his leaking blood like a vampire's last meal. In a cruel twist of fate, she wonders if she'll get addicted to the taste like she did with his smell.
The pain doesn't register at first. Cellbit is, admittedly, distracted by what precedes it. Because Pac kisses him. She kisses him quick, like it's a normal thing, then has his finger in her mouth the next second.
It happens fast. Cellbit is trying to process everything one second, then the next xe is hissing through xir teeth. Xir eyes screw shut, teeth gritting, as sharp pain floods him.
"Fuck," xe mutters, trying to keep xir breathing steady. Xe pants against Pac's throat, where xe has been pulled, fisting his shirt with xir other hand.
Cellbit doesn't say anything else. He isn't sure quite how much Pac has taken, but he can feel her lips and teeth against his last knuckle, all the way down where his finger attaches to his hand. Or, attached, he supposes.
Distantly, Cellbit hopes his claw doesn't hurt her.
Pac looks around, finger still in her mouth while she grabbed the first aid kit. She opens it up and pulls his hand away and wraps it in the guaze immediately. She shushes and soothes him, her other hand petting his hair once she gets the gauze wrapped correctly.
She swallows. The rest of xir finger finally falls down her throat. She shudders and kisses xir temple again. "You were right, you do taste better."
Cellbit hisses again, white-knuckling Pac's shirt with enough force that xe is pretty sure it's torn by now. Xe stays tucked against Pac, burrowed in the column of her throat. Xir pants have to tickle her, but xe can't exactly stop when xir hand hurts like a bitch.
He does chuckle softly when Pac speaks. "So you tasted Quackity already? Before me? I'm hurt, peixinho."
Then he adjusts, getting more comfortable against her. Cellbit wraps an arm around Pac's middle (the one that isn't oozing blood) and nuzzles against her. He breathes in deeply, smelling a hint of... himself? Cellbit glances down.
"Is that my shirt?"
"I haven't, no. not yet." She leans her head against his when he gets more comfortable. "I just know you will anyways - as much as I think Quackity is adorable."
She opens her mouth to talk about something else, but Cellbit provides the topic and makes her laugh a bit. "Uh, yeah! I stole it the last time I was here? I do that to you and Felps a lot, really. I wash them before I put them back though." She shrugs. "The smell's comforting. I started it when you two were gone and I just- didn't stop. It's nice. I'd steal Roier's too but I can't find his house."
Which reminds her, she needs to give Etoiles her shirts back. But Pac can do that later. She pets xir hair again and hums. "You're not mad, are you? I can give it back now if you want."
"No," Cellbit responds, slumped against Pac. "It's yours now. No takebacks."
Xe holds him a little tighter, a squeeze around his abdomen while holding xir hand to xir chest. Blood is already becoming visible through the gauze. Cellbit will need to treat this better when xe gets home.
"And- no Quackity. He doesn't deserve it. There is no yet. You ever get hungry, you can take another bite of me."
He nods and kisses xir temple. "Okay, it's mine now. You're so right." He nods again. "And I'll only eat you if I get hungry. Promise."
He reaches between them and grabs xir wrist, pulling xir hand towards him. "Do you want that healing pot now? I tucked it in my bag somewhere in case you really wanted it, but I thought it would be a little cathartic if you didn't have it at first. Sorry."
He rolls his eyes, but Cellbit's smile is a stupid, fond little thing that he can't quite get rid of.
"You worry too much," Cellbit mumbles, waggling xir remaining fingers at Pac. "You're such a mãe."
Pac looks mock-offended, hand on his chest. "I worry too much? I'm such a mãe? Oh okay, mhm okay." He huffs and puts his chin up, looking away from xem. "I worry about someone I like and I get called a mãe, okay! Next you will tell me to cook and clean, mhm! Misogynist."
"Hey!"
Cellbit shoves Pac, then pulls him back in. Xe finds xemself giggling again, this time against Pac. He lets Cellbit rest at his vulnerable throat, poking fun at xem as he does. It still surprises Cellbit a little, but now xe supposes they are closer to being even.
"First of all, we both know Mike does all the cooking and cleaning for you," Cellbit teases, poking at Pac's side. "And I'm just stating the truth! You're a mãe, through and through! Richas has made you soft, peixinho."
She dramatically gasps at his throat. "I'm a hardened criminal! I do hard drugs and I go to bed past 9 pm! Hardened. Criminal." Pac giggles and pokes them back. "You're the soft one! You really are!"
"How dare you. I can't believe you would say something like that to me!"
Really, Cellbit can imagine nothing better than being soft. If xe could be a good role model for Richas, a caring member of xir family, then that is the best thing xe can imagine asking for.
Cellbit can't say that, though. He has to commit to the bit!
He rolls onto Pac, pinning her with dead weight. The movement jostles his hand, making Cellbit wince, but he's felt worse.
"Now I have you hostage," Cellbit proclaims, somewhat muffled from xir face pressed against Pac. Xe makes no attempt to move. He's almost like a body pillow, if body pillows could wriggle and poke and eat xir finger. "Couldn't do that if I were soft, Paccy. I simply wouldn't be able to."
Pac squeals in between giggles and tries prying Cellbit off of them. Finally, after some struggle, they manage to get him off enough to see his face above them.
Pac's smiling silly, eyes almost shut while she cheers for her victory. She holds onto his arms in a way to keep him up. "Well, I beat you! What does that make me, huh?" She keeps giggling and panting, eyes scanning over his face.
Cellbit has a goofy smile plastered on his face, he can feel it. He pretends to struggle against Pac, but he doesn't really try all that hard.
"Still soft, you're just fighting an injured man!" Xe sticks xir tongue out at Pac, really taking a page out of Richarlyson's book. "A mãe at heart!"
She sticks her tongue back out at him, licking some of his excess blood off her bottom lip in the process. "I'm injured too, you know." She rubs her prosthetic against his leg. "Now we're even. Neener neener."
"That's a low blow," Cellbit tuts, but his voice is bright. "And mine is recent! That's not fair!"
Then xe stops struggling, grinning down at Pac. Things aren't balanced, a finger is in no way equivalent to a leg, a request is far from the same as a gruesome theft. But, for once, that guilt that lives behind Cellbit's collarbones isn't there. It has disappeared, sure to return later. Not yet, though.
"You're so cruel to me, peixinho. I cannot believe this."
He giggles again and tangles his fingers in xir hair. “I’m soooo so cruel to you, I know. That’s why I take care of our kid, it’s why I steal your clothes and make sure you get left alone when you’re solving cases. Mhm, yep, soooo cruel to you!”
Pac smiles softly and plays with xir hair a little. “I could be even crueler if you wanted!”
Xe sticks xir tongue out, nose scrunching up as xe does. Cellbit's chest is warm.
"I don't even think thats possible," he cries out. His eyes close and Cellbit flops to the side. He gets close to falling off the couch but manages to catch himself, cracking an eye open to watch Pac react. Cellbit likes getting to see him laugh.
Pac watches him for a moment, then leans in. She pushes his forehead against xirs, tail flopping over xir side and pressing against xir back. He wont let xem fall, he’ll make sure of it.
“Do you want that potion now, cellbinho?” His hand cups xir jaw, eyes looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. “We don’t want that wound getting infected.”
The breath is very briefly knocked from Cellbit's chest, but he recovers quickly. Quickly enough, anyway. Something is happening here, and he's not sure what it is, but for once he kind of doesn't want to figure it out. He doesn't wanna fuck this up again.
"Don't worry about it," xe waves Pac off. "I'll be okay, peixinho. I can handle it."
How can Cellbit say that xe appreciates the pain, the phantom feeling of Pac's teeth? That xe finally feels xir own actions being given to xem, and maybe it hurts, but isn't that the point? For Cellbit to feel it?
Pac looks down at xir hand, where he’s joined their pinkies together. He shifts to grab xir hand. He brings xir knuckles to his lips and kisses the bandages, eyes closed.
It won’t fix everything, but maybe it could briefly take away some of the pain for the moment.
Pac is everywhere. He keeps kissing Cellbit, which- that's something they have to address, they have to, but Cellbit doesn't want to quite yet. Xe want things to be nice and normal, at least for a little while.
So Cellbit lets Pac do her thing, watching closely. His head falls back to look at the ceiling, and he distantly wonders what the fuck is going on, but he can wait until he's fully sober and no longer sluggishly bleeding to even think about that.
Pac's eyes open. She has to go before this gets worse. She knows she's allowed now but she doesn't want to do something she can't take back.
"Do you want me to head home?"
"Do you want to?" Cellbit asks. He glances down at Pac. "You can stay if you want. I still have an open bottle if you want some wine."
Or she can go home and have a nice evening with Mike, and Cellbit will finish off his bottle and eat some of the snacks Pac got for him and maybe get to see Roier tonight. Either option makes Cellbit's stomach turn a little, unless that's the alcohol's doing.
It's Pac's choice. This is up to Pac.
It's her choice. Xe's offering. Mike's not objecting. Pac makes the choice here, based on her own free will.
"I can stay. Yeah."
Cellbit nods and lets out a shaky breath, electing not to move unless Pac gives him a reason to. He can leave the bottle until later, he can put the food away later. Something is happening, and Cellbit may not know what it is, but he knows that it's here.
Xe wriggles a little to make sure xe stays on the couch, then xe just... stills. Cellbit doesn't look at Pac again. Xir eyes close tightly and xe take a few breaths before daring to do that.
It's hard to say why xe's even acting like this. But it's weird and Cellbit doesn't understand it and xe hates that. Xe'll figure it out, figuring shit out is what Cellbit's best at, but xe probably isn't in the best state of mind to be doing that right now.
Pac looks over xir face to check if xe was okay. After it seemed like he was, Pac gently wrapped her arms around his torso. She closes her eyes and tucks her face into his collarbones, not pulling away. She doesn't want to leave this moment yet, so she won't look out and face it. Just give her this night with it.
[@explorar-curiosity-e-opportunity]
As soon as she was told where richas was, Pac dropped everything. She didn’t even change from the clothes she wore to Cellbit’s; No thoughts entered her head other than Richas and Cellbit’s office.
She doesn’t even pay attention to anyone as she passes through the server to get to trick.
She runs and runs until she can see the familiar door, then knocks, panting outside of it. She should’ve teleported, but, again, she wasn’t really thinking.
Cellbit, do you know where richas is? I really need to talk to her. - @packedtazer
Trick is in my office with me
on my way
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She didn't really expect this this late at night. Mike was giggling at her and shielding her from his mind as she started changing out of her pajamas. And even with some pestering, Mike still didn't say anything.
She threw on a nice pair of brown combat boots and one of Cellbit's still-stolen shirts and a pair of sweatpants. This was gonna be fun, and she probably was just going to nurse his drunk-then-hungover headache and let Cellbit sleep next to her. It was a bit of a routine, admittedly, created before they even landed on the island if Pac's memory serves her right.
Thankfully, the walk to Cellbit's house still isn't very far. The night is chilly and Pac shivers a bit before getting to the door. Once she does, she knocks a couple times and waits for him to answer.
Cellbit stumbles a little as he makes his way to the door. Maybe opening that new bottle was a bad idea, but now it's open and Cellbit isn't going to let it go to waste. Maybe Pac will want some?
Xe swings open the door, pupils wide and unfocused. Cellbit smiles at Pac, blinking and trying to bring him into focus.
"Paccy!" Xe exclaims, draping xemself over her in a half-hug, half-fall. Xir face tucks against her throat. "Hi!"
Cellbit rubs at his eyes roughly and sniffs, then pauses. Something smells familiar. Not familiar like Pac, familiar like something else. He just can't place his finger on what it is. But there's something, that's for sure.
She hugs him back and squeezes gently. “Hi, querido. You’re drunk.” She giggles and pulls him back. “Let’s get you on the couch, yeah? You should relax for a bit.”
She doesn’t bring up the thing that got her here in the first place - eating Cellbit. In reality, Pac doesn’t know if she’d really go through with it. There’s parts of Cellbit that are just too important. With Quackity, it was honestly a dirty joke - but it has meaning with Cellbit. It’s not Cell letting her take a pound of flesh, it’s Cellbit.
Pac closes the door behind them and grabs xir hand, dragging xir to xir couch and softly pushing xem onto it. She starts maneuvering around them, getting water and safe snacks for xem while the alcohol works through xir system.
"Mhmm," Cellbit hums, letting Pac settle xem on the couch.
Cellbit curls up, watching Pac bustle about, grabbing cups and snacks. Maybe he wants to have something alongside Cellbit? It's like Cellbit is part of a charcuterie board, and Pac is trying to find what pairs best with xem.
He can't help but giggle at the thought, curling up further. His eyes are ever-so-slightly lidded, the alcohol dragging him down, like gravity is stronger than usual, or just kind of off.
Xe wonders what Pac wants to take from xem. Xir leg, maybe, some final retribution. Pac probably wouldn't take anything that big, though. A hand, maybe? Or the tip of Cellbit's tail? Maybe even just some of xir blood, and maybe a little piece taken out of xir throat.
Yeah, Pac would like that. Then Cellbit could prove that he's better than Quackity!
Pac looks over her shoulder and smiles fondly at the giggling cat on the couch. "Cellbinho? What are you giggling at?" She joins him on the couch after setting the crackers down on the table and cozies up next to him. She reaches up and pets a hand through his hair soothingly. "I was just grabbing some snacks, it really isn't that funny."
"I'm like a- a charcuterie board." Cellbit stumbles over the French, trying to use his best French accent on the word. He channels his inner Baghera.
Cellbit curls into Pac, still giggling. Xir ears flick when Pac's hand cards through xir hair. His fingers feel nice when they gently brush through the tangles.
Pac laughs and nods along with it, even mimicking his French under her breath. "These snacks are for you, Cellbit. But okay, yeah, you're my- you're my charcuterie board, okay." Pac kisses xir forehead and scratches xir scalp. "If I was pairing you with something though, you'd be a lot more drunk. And sprinkled in garlic and basil. Ooo. And I'd get some hot sauce. Mhm."
Xe burrows close, nosing against Pac's jaw. Cellbit's eyebrows furrow.
"Where 's it then?"
Pac swallows nervously, then fakes confidence. "I wanted to taste you by yourself this time. Yeah."
She can feel his breath against her skin. This isn't the first time they've been close like this - Roier's even noticed it and told Pac it was okay and then winked and - Pac breathes out again. "Wanted it all to myself, not the garnish."
Pac's breath tickles Cellbit's cheek. Xe turns xir head try try looking at her while still leaning against her shoulder. It's half-successful.
"Well 'm all yours," he mutters as he looks up at her. A goofy grin is plastered on his face and his pupils are still dilated, but Cellbit looks a little more level-headed. He looks genuine.
Another breath escapes Pac. She shakes her head abit and looks away and to the table of snacks. "You shouldn't say things like that Cellbit, unless you mean them." Her hand squeezes in his hair, almost like she's trying to anchor them both to this moment.
She's allowed. She's been given permission. It's the final leap into asking for anything that scares Pac. She didn't come to eat him, she came for the opportunity to see his face. She missed it, as much as she feels guilt over admitting it. She shouldn't actually harbor any feelings, and yet...
His brows furrow further, smile dropping a little in lieu of confusion.
"Why would I say it if I don't mean it?"
Cellbit's words are slightly slurred, but they get the point across. Xe isn't just saying whatever bullshit comes to xir mind, xe wants this. Sending the message, walking here, offering xemself up on a silver fucking platter. It is all intentional, with a goal in mind.
A goal that will end in Cellbit being hurt, yes, but maybe he can also be forgiven. Pac seems to have forgiven him long ago, but he wants to look at himself and see anything but the monster who took a piece of her.
But Pac can take a piece of xem, and he's no monster. Pac could never be called anything so cruel. And if someone so compassionate and kind can take a piece of Cellbit, then maybe Cellbit can look in the mirror and see xemself instead of the monster xe tries to hide.
"Oh." Pac shifts nervously, but doesn't pull or push Cellbit away. He nods and even holds xir a bit tighter. "Right. Of course you- you always mean it, yeah? You're straightforward like that and everything." He laughs at himself a bit and leans forward, taking one of the crackers and eating it.
Maybe this'll help Pac be normal - eating and Not Talking. Surely, as long as he doesn't look at xir, as long as Pac focuses on anything else except how cute Cellbit looks like this, maybe Pac will be okay.
"... Peixinho?"
Something is off. Pac sounds strained, nervous. Uncomfortable. This is supposed to do the opposite for him, and Cellbit's not sure where xe has gone wrong.
"Are you okay?" Cellbit asks, his hesitation as obvious as anything.
Maybe this was too much. It'd probably be best if Cellbit stopped. Pac seemed interested, but it is not crazy to think that Pac wouldn't want to become like- like this. Like Cellbit.
"Do you really want me to eat you? For real?" Pac doesn't have subtle grace all the time. He can't avoid it every time, he can't avoid this. This has been a long time coming, he needs to get this off his chest before it bursts in the cavity of his ribs.
"Because I will, I just- you're important. It needs to be something small because I can't take your leg or- or your arm. I don't even know if I could take a finger. You- you're too important to me."
Cellbit is sobering up faster than he would have liked. He's not sure if he can do this without that barrier between him and the rest of the world.
"You're important to me, too," Cellbit promises. Xe wants to pull back, to let Pac see how sincere xe is, but the idea makes xir stomach twist. So, xe stays tucked where xe is. "That's why I came to you. I don't go around offering myself as a snack to everyone."
He puffs out a breath. When he speaks again, Cellbit is a little more quiet.
"Don't feel like you have to. But you- you wanted to taste someone, and I want that. To be the first. And I want you to take what you want."
Cellbit would let Pac pull xem apart limb by limb until xe dies. Xe would let her eat every inch of flesh in front of xem. And xe would be happy, as long as Pac was happy. She already lost so much from xem, now xe wants to finally give instead of take.
Maybe if xe were more drunk, Cellbit would be able to say it.
Pac takes a moment, then nods again. "What do you want me to take?"
Oh. He wants this.
Okay. Okay! Cellbit relaxes, almost imperceptibly.
"Anything you want," Cellbit says, combing fingers through her hair. Pac's hair is much softer thans his. "Whatever mark you want to leave will be worth more than anything I could ever give."
Okay, yeah, way too sober now. Where the fuck is the rest of Cellbit's wine?
What part of him could Pac feasibly take guilt-free? None, but that wasn't what xe asked. Xe asked what part Pac wanted. What Pac wants. How could he make a decision like that? It was pure hunger and sadism that brought Cellbit to the desire to eat Pac's leg. Pac doesn't crave the same - his comes from something else entirely. A mix of power and desire for something. You own my scars, I own yours. Pac still grapples with the choice.
Arm, leg, finger, nail, ear, throat, shoulder, elbow - there were many choices. Organs were off the table. Too messy. She didn't want to clean him up, didn't feel like it. Fingers through her hair. Fingers. Finger.
"Which finger would you miss the most?"
Cellbit's breath comes out a little shaky. Pac is asking, now. This is happening.
"The most?" Cellbit asks, looking down at his hands. "Ah- my thumb, maybe. Or my middle finger."
Xe giggles again. It's comes out somewhat nervous, but it's fine. Cellbit shows off his middle fingers, grin lopsided.
"Can you imagine not being able to give Felps the middle finger?"
She giggles with xem. "Truly would be a tragedy... How about I take your index finger then? On the left one, not your writing hand."
Xe flexes xir hand, examining the finger in question. There is a small scar just next to the nail, from something Cellbit has long forgotten. Mostly, it looks like a finger, clawed as it may be.
Cellbit doesn't think he will miss it that much.
"... Okay," Cellbit concedes. "You could- if you wanted to take from my dominant hand, you could. I wouldn't mind."
Still a little alcohol in Cellbit's system, then. He leans back some, glances up at Pac through his eyelashes. "But the choice is yours, peixinho. Whatever you want, I will give you."
He nods and cups the back of xir neck, thumb on xir jaw. "Before we do this? Remember I like you." She leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips. She remembers she's allowed, she's allowed. Then pulls back and grabs his hand, getting the finger ready and placing it in between her teeth.
It's surprisingly easy to bite a finger off. The force it takes for a carrot is all you need to take off a finger. She has strong teeth, biting cleanly down through muscle and tissue and bone is relatively easy. Her hand doesn't leave the back of xir neck. She tucks his head into the crook of her neck.
Mike tells her they look like a painting. Pac wants to laugh around the blood and viscera in her teeth. Instead, she swallows and keeps the stump in her mouth longer, drinking his leaking blood like a vampire's last meal. In a cruel twist of fate, she wonders if she'll get addicted to the taste like she did with his smell.
The pain doesn't register at first. Cellbit is, admittedly, distracted by what precedes it. Because Pac kisses him. She kisses him quick, like it's a normal thing, then has his finger in her mouth the next second.
It happens fast. Cellbit is trying to process everything one second, then the next xe is hissing through xir teeth. Xir eyes screw shut, teeth gritting, as sharp pain floods him.
"Fuck," xe mutters, trying to keep xir breathing steady. Xe pants against Pac's throat, where xe has been pulled, fisting his shirt with xir other hand.
Cellbit doesn't say anything else. He isn't sure quite how much Pac has taken, but he can feel her lips and teeth against his last knuckle, all the way down where his finger attaches to his hand. Or, attached, he supposes.
Distantly, Cellbit hopes his claw doesn't hurt her.
Pac looks around, finger still in her mouth while she grabbed the first aid kit. She opens it up and pulls his hand away and wraps it in the guaze immediately. She shushes and soothes him, her other hand petting his hair once she gets the gauze wrapped correctly.
She swallows. The rest of xir finger finally falls down her throat. She shudders and kisses xir temple again. "You were right, you do taste better."
Cellbit hisses again, white-knuckling Pac's shirt with enough force that xe is pretty sure it's torn by now. Xe stays tucked against Pac, burrowed in the column of her throat. Xir pants have to tickle her, but xe can't exactly stop when xir hand hurts like a bitch.
He does chuckle softly when Pac speaks. "So you tasted Quackity already? Before me? I'm hurt, peixinho."
Then he adjusts, getting more comfortable against her. Cellbit wraps an arm around Pac's middle (the one that isn't oozing blood) and nuzzles against her. He breathes in deeply, smelling a hint of... himself? Cellbit glances down.
"Is that my shirt?"
"I haven't, no. not yet." She leans her head against his when he gets more comfortable. "I just know you will anyways - as much as I think Quackity is adorable."
She opens her mouth to talk about something else, but Cellbit provides the topic and makes her laugh a bit. "Uh, yeah! I stole it the last time I was here? I do that to you and Felps a lot, really. I wash them before I put them back though." She shrugs. "The smell's comforting. I started it when you two were gone and I just- didn't stop. It's nice. I'd steal Roier's too but I can't find his house."
Which reminds her, she needs to give Etoiles her shirts back. But Pac can do that later. She pets xir hair again and hums. "You're not mad, are you? I can give it back now if you want."
"No," Cellbit responds, slumped against Pac. "It's yours now. No takebacks."
Xe holds him a little tighter, a squeeze around his abdomen while holding xir hand to xir chest. Blood is already becoming visible through the gauze. Cellbit will need to treat this better when xe gets home.
"And- no Quackity. He doesn't deserve it. There is no yet. You ever get hungry, you can take another bite of me."
He nods and kisses xir temple. "Okay, it's mine now. You're so right." He nods again. "And I'll only eat you if I get hungry. Promise."
He reaches between them and grabs xir wrist, pulling xir hand towards him. "Do you want that healing pot now? I tucked it in my bag somewhere in case you really wanted it, but I thought it would be a little cathartic if you didn't have it at first. Sorry."
He rolls his eyes, but Cellbit's smile is a stupid, fond little thing that he can't quite get rid of.
"You worry too much," Cellbit mumbles, waggling xir remaining fingers at Pac. "You're such a mãe."
Pac looks mock-offended, hand on his chest. "I worry too much? I'm such a mãe? Oh okay, mhm okay." He huffs and puts his chin up, looking away from xem. "I worry about someone I like and I get called a mãe, okay! Next you will tell me to cook and clean, mhm! Misogynist."
"Hey!"
Cellbit shoves Pac, then pulls him back in. Xe finds xemself giggling again, this time against Pac. He lets Cellbit rest at his vulnerable throat, poking fun at xem as he does. It still surprises Cellbit a little, but now xe supposes they are closer to being even.
"First of all, we both know Mike does all the cooking and cleaning for you," Cellbit teases, poking at Pac's side. "And I'm just stating the truth! You're a mãe, through and through! Richas has made you soft, peixinho."
She dramatically gasps at his throat. "I'm a hardened criminal! I do hard drugs and I go to bed past 9 pm! Hardened. Criminal." Pac giggles and pokes them back. "You're the soft one! You really are!"
"How dare you. I can't believe you would say something like that to me!"
Really, Cellbit can imagine nothing better than being soft. If xe could be a good role model for Richas, a caring member of xir family, then that is the best thing xe can imagine asking for.
Cellbit can't say that, though. He has to commit to the bit!
He rolls onto Pac, pinning her with dead weight. The movement jostles his hand, making Cellbit wince, but he's felt worse.
"Now I have you hostage," Cellbit proclaims, somewhat muffled from xir face pressed against Pac. Xe makes no attempt to move. He's almost like a body pillow, if body pillows could wriggle and poke and eat xir finger. "Couldn't do that if I were soft, Paccy. I simply wouldn't be able to."
Pac squeals in between giggles and tries prying Cellbit off of them. Finally, after some struggle, they manage to get him off enough to see his face above them.
Pac's smiling silly, eyes almost shut while she cheers for her victory. She holds onto his arms in a way to keep him up. "Well, I beat you! What does that make me, huh?" She keeps giggling and panting, eyes scanning over his face.
Cellbit has a goofy smile plastered on his face, he can feel it. He pretends to struggle against Pac, but he doesn't really try all that hard.
"Still soft, you're just fighting an injured man!" Xe sticks xir tongue out at Pac, really taking a page out of Richarlyson's book. "A mãe at heart!"
She sticks her tongue back out at him, licking some of his excess blood off her bottom lip in the process. "I'm injured too, you know." She rubs her prosthetic against his leg. "Now we're even. Neener neener."
"That's a low blow," Cellbit tuts, but his voice is bright. "And mine is recent! That's not fair!"
Then xe stops struggling, grinning down at Pac. Things aren't balanced, a finger is in no way equivalent to a leg, a request is far from the same as a gruesome theft. But, for once, that guilt that lives behind Cellbit's collarbones isn't there. It has disappeared, sure to return later. Not yet, though.
"You're so cruel to me, peixinho. I cannot believe this."
He giggles again and tangles his fingers in xir hair. “I’m soooo so cruel to you, I know. That’s why I take care of our kid, it’s why I steal your clothes and make sure you get left alone when you’re solving cases. Mhm, yep, soooo cruel to you!”
Pac smiles softly and plays with xir hair a little. “I could be even crueler if you wanted!”
Xe sticks xir tongue out, nose scrunching up as xe does. Cellbit's chest is warm.
"I don't even think thats possible," he cries out. His eyes close and Cellbit flops to the side. He gets close to falling off the couch but manages to catch himself, cracking an eye open to watch Pac react. Cellbit likes getting to see him laugh.
Pac watches him for a moment, then leans in. She pushes his forehead against xirs, tail flopping over xir side and pressing against xir back. He wont let xem fall, he’ll make sure of it.
“Do you want that potion now, cellbinho?” His hand cups xir jaw, eyes looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. “We don’t want that wound getting infected.”
The breath is very briefly knocked from Cellbit's chest, but he recovers quickly. Quickly enough, anyway. Something is happening here, and he's not sure what it is, but for once he kind of doesn't want to figure it out. He doesn't wanna fuck this up again.
"Don't worry about it," xe waves Pac off. "I'll be okay, peixinho. I can handle it."
How can Cellbit say that xe appreciates the pain, the phantom feeling of Pac's teeth? That xe finally feels xir own actions being given to xem, and maybe it hurts, but isn't that the point? For Cellbit to feel it?
Pac looks down at xir hand, where he’s joined their pinkies together. He shifts to grab xir hand. He brings xir knuckles to his lips and kisses the bandages, eyes closed.
It won’t fix everything, but maybe it could briefly take away some of the pain for the moment.
Pac is everywhere. He keeps kissing Cellbit, which- that's something they have to address, they have to, but Cellbit doesn't want to quite yet. Xe want things to be nice and normal, at least for a little while.
So Cellbit lets Pac do her thing, watching closely. His head falls back to look at the ceiling, and he distantly wonders what the fuck is going on, but he can wait until he's fully sober and no longer sluggishly bleeding to even think about that.
Pac's eyes open. She has to go before this gets worse. She knows she's allowed now but she doesn't want to do something she can't take back.
"Do you want me to head home?"
"Do you want to?" Cellbit asks. He glances down at Pac. "You can stay if you want. I still have an open bottle if you want some wine."
Or she can go home and have a nice evening with Mike, and Cellbit will finish off his bottle and eat some of the snacks Pac got for him and maybe get to see Roier tonight. Either option makes Cellbit's stomach turn a little, unless that's the alcohol's doing.
It's Pac's choice. This is up to Pac.
It's her choice. Xe's offering. Mike's not objecting. Pac makes the choice here, based on her own free will.
"I can stay. Yeah."
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She didn't really expect this this late at night. Mike was giggling at her and shielding her from his mind as she started changing out of her pajamas. And even with some pestering, Mike still didn't say anything.
She threw on a nice pair of brown combat boots and one of Cellbit's still-stolen shirts and a pair of sweatpants. This was gonna be fun, and she probably was just going to nurse his drunk-then-hungover headache and let Cellbit sleep next to her. It was a bit of a routine, admittedly, created before they even landed on the island if Pac's memory serves her right.
Thankfully, the walk to Cellbit's house still isn't very far. The night is chilly and Pac shivers a bit before getting to the door. Once she does, she knocks a couple times and waits for him to answer.
Cellbit stumbles a little as he makes his way to the door. Maybe opening that new bottle was a bad idea, but now it's open and Cellbit isn't going to let it go to waste. Maybe Pac will want some?
Xe swings open the door, pupils wide and unfocused. Cellbit smiles at Pac, blinking and trying to bring him into focus.
"Paccy!" Xe exclaims, draping xemself over her in a half-hug, half-fall. Xir face tucks against her throat. "Hi!"
Cellbit rubs at his eyes roughly and sniffs, then pauses. Something smells familiar. Not familiar like Pac, familiar like something else. He just can't place his finger on what it is. But there's something, that's for sure.
She hugs him back and squeezes gently. “Hi, querido. You’re drunk.” She giggles and pulls him back. “Let’s get you on the couch, yeah? You should relax for a bit.”
She doesn’t bring up the thing that got her here in the first place - eating Cellbit. In reality, Pac doesn’t know if she’d really go through with it. There’s parts of Cellbit that are just too important. With Quackity, it was honestly a dirty joke - but it has meaning with Cellbit. It’s not Cell letting her take a pound of flesh, it’s Cellbit.
Pac closes the door behind them and grabs xir hand, dragging xir to xir couch and softly pushing xem onto it. She starts maneuvering around them, getting water and safe snacks for xem while the alcohol works through xir system.
"Mhmm," Cellbit hums, letting Pac settle xem on the couch.
Cellbit curls up, watching Pac bustle about, grabbing cups and snacks. Maybe he wants to have something alongside Cellbit? It's like Cellbit is part of a charcuterie board, and Pac is trying to find what pairs best with xem.
He can't help but giggle at the thought, curling up further. His eyes are ever-so-slightly lidded, the alcohol dragging him down, like gravity is stronger than usual, or just kind of off.
Xe wonders what Pac wants to take from xem. Xir leg, maybe, some final retribution. Pac probably wouldn't take anything that big, though. A hand, maybe? Or the tip of Cellbit's tail? Maybe even just some of xir blood, and maybe a little piece taken out of xir throat.
Yeah, Pac would like that. Then Cellbit could prove that he's better than Quackity!
Pac looks over her shoulder and smiles fondly at the giggling cat on the couch. "Cellbinho? What are you giggling at?" She joins him on the couch after setting the crackers down on the table and cozies up next to him. She reaches up and pets a hand through his hair soothingly. "I was just grabbing some snacks, it really isn't that funny."
"I'm like a- a charcuterie board." Cellbit stumbles over the French, trying to use his best French accent on the word. He channels his inner Baghera.
Cellbit curls into Pac, still giggling. Xir ears flick when Pac's hand cards through xir hair. His fingers feel nice when they gently brush through the tangles.
Pac laughs and nods along with it, even mimicking his French under her breath. "These snacks are for you, Cellbit. But okay, yeah, you're my- you're my charcuterie board, okay." Pac kisses xir forehead and scratches xir scalp. "If I was pairing you with something though, you'd be a lot more drunk. And sprinkled in garlic and basil. Ooo. And I'd get some hot sauce. Mhm."
Xe burrows close, nosing against Pac's jaw. Cellbit's eyebrows furrow.
"Where 's it then?"
Pac swallows nervously, then fakes confidence. "I wanted to taste you by yourself this time. Yeah."
She can feel his breath against her skin. This isn't the first time they've been close like this - Roier's even noticed it and told Pac it was okay and then winked and - Pac breathes out again. "Wanted it all to myself, not the garnish."
Pac's breath tickles Cellbit's cheek. Xe turns xir head try try looking at her while still leaning against her shoulder. It's half-successful.
"Well 'm all yours," he mutters as he looks up at her. A goofy grin is plastered on his face and his pupils are still dilated, but Cellbit looks a little more level-headed. He looks genuine.
Another breath escapes Pac. She shakes her head abit and looks away and to the table of snacks. "You shouldn't say things like that Cellbit, unless you mean them." Her hand squeezes in his hair, almost like she's trying to anchor them both to this moment.
She's allowed. She's been given permission. It's the final leap into asking for anything that scares Pac. She didn't come to eat him, she came for the opportunity to see his face. She missed it, as much as she feels guilt over admitting it. She shouldn't actually harbor any feelings, and yet...
His brows furrow further, smile dropping a little in lieu of confusion.
"Why would I say it if I don't mean it?"
Cellbit's words are slightly slurred, but they get the point across. Xe isn't just saying whatever bullshit comes to xir mind, xe wants this. Sending the message, walking here, offering xemself up on a silver fucking platter. It is all intentional, with a goal in mind.
A goal that will end in Cellbit being hurt, yes, but maybe he can also be forgiven. Pac seems to have forgiven him long ago, but he wants to look at himself and see anything but the monster who took a piece of her.
But Pac can take a piece of xem, and he's no monster. Pac could never be called anything so cruel. And if someone so compassionate and kind can take a piece of Cellbit, then maybe Cellbit can look in the mirror and see xemself instead of the monster xe tries to hide.
"Oh." Pac shifts nervously, but doesn't pull or push Cellbit away. He nods and even holds xir a bit tighter. "Right. Of course you- you always mean it, yeah? You're straightforward like that and everything." He laughs at himself a bit and leans forward, taking one of the crackers and eating it.
Maybe this'll help Pac be normal - eating and Not Talking. Surely, as long as he doesn't look at xir, as long as Pac focuses on anything else except how cute Cellbit looks like this, maybe Pac will be okay.
"... Peixinho?"
Something is off. Pac sounds strained, nervous. Uncomfortable. This is supposed to do the opposite for him, and Cellbit's not sure where xe has gone wrong.
"Are you okay?" Cellbit asks, his hesitation as obvious as anything.
Maybe this was too much. It'd probably be best if Cellbit stopped. Pac seemed interested, but it is not crazy to think that Pac wouldn't want to become like- like this. Like Cellbit.
"Do you really want me to eat you? For real?" Pac doesn't have subtle grace all the time. He can't avoid it every time, he can't avoid this. This has been a long time coming, he needs to get this off his chest before it bursts in the cavity of his ribs.
"Because I will, I just- you're important. It needs to be something small because I can't take your leg or- or your arm. I don't even know if I could take a finger. You- you're too important to me."
Cellbit is sobering up faster than he would have liked. He's not sure if he can do this without that barrier between him and the rest of the world.
"You're important to me, too," Cellbit promises. Xe wants to pull back, to let Pac see how sincere xe is, but the idea makes xir stomach twist. So, xe stays tucked where xe is. "That's why I came to you. I don't go around offering myself as a snack to everyone."
He puffs out a breath. When he speaks again, Cellbit is a little more quiet.
"Don't feel like you have to. But you- you wanted to taste someone, and I want that. To be the first. And I want you to take what you want."
Cellbit would let Pac pull xem apart limb by limb until xe dies. Xe would let her eat every inch of flesh in front of xem. And xe would be happy, as long as Pac was happy. She already lost so much from xem, now xe wants to finally give instead of take.
Maybe if xe were more drunk, Cellbit would be able to say it.
Pac takes a moment, then nods again. "What do you want me to take?"
Oh. He wants this.
Okay. Okay! Cellbit relaxes, almost imperceptibly.
"Anything you want," Cellbit says, combing fingers through her hair. Pac's hair is much softer thans his. "Whatever mark you want to leave will be worth more than anything I could ever give."
Okay, yeah, way too sober now. Where the fuck is the rest of Cellbit's wine?
What part of him could Pac feasibly take guilt-free? None, but that wasn't what xe asked. Xe asked what part Pac wanted. What Pac wants. How could he make a decision like that? It was pure hunger and sadism that brought Cellbit to the desire to eat Pac's leg. Pac doesn't crave the same - his comes from something else entirely. A mix of power and desire for something. You own my scars, I own yours. Pac still grapples with the choice.
Arm, leg, finger, nail, ear, throat, shoulder, elbow - there were many choices. Organs were off the table. Too messy. She didn't want to clean him up, didn't feel like it. Fingers through her hair. Fingers. Finger.
"Which finger would you miss the most?"
Cellbit's breath comes out a little shaky. Pac is asking, now. This is happening.
"The most?" Cellbit asks, looking down at his hands. "Ah- my thumb, maybe. Or my middle finger."
Xe giggles again. It's comes out somewhat nervous, but it's fine. Cellbit shows off his middle fingers, grin lopsided.
"Can you imagine not being able to give Felps the middle finger?"
She giggles with xem. "Truly would be a tragedy... How about I take your index finger then? On the left one, not your writing hand."
Xe flexes xir hand, examining the finger in question. There is a small scar just next to the nail, from something Cellbit has long forgotten. Mostly, it looks like a finger, clawed as it may be.
Cellbit doesn't think he will miss it that much.
"... Okay," Cellbit concedes. "You could- if you wanted to take from my dominant hand, you could. I wouldn't mind."
Still a little alcohol in Cellbit's system, then. He leans back some, glances up at Pac through his eyelashes. "But the choice is yours, peixinho. Whatever you want, I will give you."
He nods and cups the back of xir neck, thumb on xir jaw. "Before we do this? Remember I like you." She leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips. She remembers she's allowed, she's allowed. Then pulls back and grabs his hand, getting the finger ready and placing it in between her teeth.
It's surprisingly easy to bite a finger off. The force it takes for a carrot is all you need to take off a finger. She has strong teeth, biting cleanly down through muscle and tissue and bone is relatively easy. Her hand doesn't leave the back of xir neck. She tucks his head into the crook of her neck.
Mike tells her they look like a painting. Pac wants to laugh around the blood and viscera in her teeth. Instead, she swallows and keeps the stump in her mouth longer, drinking his leaking blood like a vampire's last meal. In a cruel twist of fate, she wonders if she'll get addicted to the taste like she did with his smell.
The pain doesn't register at first. Cellbit is, admittedly, distracted by what precedes it. Because Pac kisses him. She kisses him quick, like it's a normal thing, then has his finger in her mouth the next second.
It happens fast. Cellbit is trying to process everything one second, then the next xe is hissing through xir teeth. Xir eyes screw shut, teeth gritting, as sharp pain floods him.
"Fuck," xe mutters, trying to keep xir breathing steady. Xe pants against Pac's throat, where xe has been pulled, fisting his shirt with xir other hand.
Cellbit doesn't say anything else. He isn't sure quite how much Pac has taken, but he can feel her lips and teeth against his last knuckle, all the way down where his finger attaches to his hand. Or, attached, he supposes.
Distantly, Cellbit hopes his claw doesn't hurt her.
Pac looks around, finger still in her mouth while she grabbed the first aid kit. She opens it up and pulls his hand away and wraps it in the guaze immediately. She shushes and soothes him, her other hand petting his hair once she gets the gauze wrapped correctly.
She swallows. The rest of xir finger finally falls down her throat. She shudders and kisses xir temple again. "You were right, you do taste better."
Cellbit hisses again, white-knuckling Pac's shirt with enough force that xe is pretty sure it's torn by now. Xe stays tucked against Pac, burrowed in the column of her throat. Xir pants have to tickle her, but xe can't exactly stop when xir hand hurts like a bitch.
He does chuckle softly when Pac speaks. "So you tasted Quackity already? Before me? I'm hurt, peixinho."
Then he adjusts, getting more comfortable against her. Cellbit wraps an arm around Pac's middle (the one that isn't oozing blood) and nuzzles against her. He breathes in deeply, smelling a hint of... himself? Cellbit glances down.
"Is that my shirt?"
"I haven't, no. not yet." She leans her head against his when he gets more comfortable. "I just know you will anyways - as much as I think Quackity is adorable."
She opens her mouth to talk about something else, but Cellbit provides the topic and makes her laugh a bit. "Uh, yeah! I stole it the last time I was here? I do that to you and Felps a lot, really. I wash them before I put them back though." She shrugs. "The smell's comforting. I started it when you two were gone and I just- didn't stop. It's nice. I'd steal Roier's too but I can't find his house."
Which reminds her, she needs to give Etoiles her shirts back. But Pac can do that later. She pets xir hair again and hums. "You're not mad, are you? I can give it back now if you want."
"No," Cellbit responds, slumped against Pac. "It's yours now. No takebacks."
Xe holds him a little tighter, a squeeze around his abdomen while holding xir hand to xir chest. Blood is already becoming visible through the gauze. Cellbit will need to treat this better when xe gets home.
"And- no Quackity. He doesn't deserve it. There is no yet. You ever get hungry, you can take another bite of me."
He nods and kisses xir temple. "Okay, it's mine now. You're so right." He nods again. "And I'll only eat you if I get hungry. Promise."
He reaches between them and grabs xir wrist, pulling xir hand towards him. "Do you want that healing pot now? I tucked it in my bag somewhere in case you really wanted it, but I thought it would be a little cathartic if you didn't have it at first. Sorry."
He rolls his eyes, but Cellbit's smile is a stupid, fond little thing that he can't quite get rid of.
"You worry too much," Cellbit mumbles, waggling xir remaining fingers at Pac. "You're such a mãe."
Pac looks mock-offended, hand on his chest. "I worry too much? I'm such a mãe? Oh okay, mhm okay." He huffs and puts his chin up, looking away from xem. "I worry about someone I like and I get called a mãe, okay! Next you will tell me to cook and clean, mhm! Misogynist."
"Hey!"
Cellbit shoves Pac, then pulls him back in. Xe finds xemself giggling again, this time against Pac. He lets Cellbit rest at his vulnerable throat, poking fun at xem as he does. It still surprises Cellbit a little, but now xe supposes they are closer to being even.
"First of all, we both know Mike does all the cooking and cleaning for you," Cellbit teases, poking at Pac's side. "And I'm just stating the truth! You're a mãe, through and through! Richas has made you soft, peixinho."
She dramatically gasps at his throat. "I'm a hardened criminal! I do hard drugs and I go to bed past 9 pm! Hardened. Criminal." Pac giggles and pokes them back. "You're the soft one! You really are!"
"How dare you. I can't believe you would say something like that to me!"
Really, Cellbit can imagine nothing better than being soft. If xe could be a good role model for Richas, a caring member of xir family, then that is the best thing xe can imagine asking for.
Cellbit can't say that, though. He has to commit to the bit!
He rolls onto Pac, pinning her with dead weight. The movement jostles his hand, making Cellbit wince, but he's felt worse.
"Now I have you hostage," Cellbit proclaims, somewhat muffled from xir face pressed against Pac. Xe makes no attempt to move. He's almost like a body pillow, if body pillows could wriggle and poke and eat xir finger. "Couldn't do that if I were soft, Paccy. I simply wouldn't be able to."
Pac squeals in between giggles and tries prying Cellbit off of them. Finally, after some struggle, they manage to get him off enough to see his face above them.
Pac's smiling silly, eyes almost shut while she cheers for her victory. She holds onto his arms in a way to keep him up. "Well, I beat you! What does that make me, huh?" She keeps giggling and panting, eyes scanning over his face.
Cellbit has a goofy smile plastered on his face, he can feel it. He pretends to struggle against Pac, but he doesn't really try all that hard.
"Still soft, you're just fighting an injured man!" Xe sticks xir tongue out at Pac, really taking a page out of Richarlyson's book. "A mãe at heart!"
She sticks her tongue back out at him, licking some of his excess blood off her bottom lip in the process. "I'm injured too, you know." She rubs her prosthetic against his leg. "Now we're even. Neener neener."
"That's a low blow," Cellbit tuts, but his voice is bright. "And mine is recent! That's not fair!"
Then xe stops struggling, grinning down at Pac. Things aren't balanced, a finger is in no way equivalent to a leg, a request is far from the same as a gruesome theft. But, for once, that guilt that lives behind Cellbit's collarbones isn't there. It has disappeared, sure to return later. Not yet, though.
"You're so cruel to me, peixinho. I cannot believe this."
He giggles again and tangles his fingers in xir hair. “I’m soooo so cruel to you, I know. That’s why I take care of our kid, it’s why I steal your clothes and make sure you get left alone when you’re solving cases. Mhm, yep, soooo cruel to you!”
Pac smiles softly and plays with xir hair a little. “I could be even crueler if you wanted!”
Xe sticks xir tongue out, nose scrunching up as xe does. Cellbit's chest is warm.
"I don't even think thats possible," he cries out. His eyes close and Cellbit flops to the side. He gets close to falling off the couch but manages to catch himself, cracking an eye open to watch Pac react. Cellbit likes getting to see him laugh.
Pac watches him for a moment, then leans in. She pushes his forehead against xirs, tail flopping over xir side and pressing against xir back. He wont let xem fall, he’ll make sure of it.
“Do you want that potion now, cellbinho?” His hand cups xir jaw, eyes looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. “We don’t want that wound getting infected.”
The breath is very briefly knocked from Cellbit's chest, but he recovers quickly. Quickly enough, anyway. Something is happening here, and he's not sure what it is, but for once he kind of doesn't want to figure it out. He doesn't wanna fuck this up again.
"Don't worry about it," xe waves Pac off. "I'll be okay, peixinho. I can handle it."
How can Cellbit say that xe appreciates the pain, the phantom feeling of Pac's teeth? That xe finally feels xir own actions being given to xem, and maybe it hurts, but isn't that the point? For Cellbit to feel it?
Pac looks down at xir hand, where he’s joined their pinkies together. He shifts to grab xir hand. He brings xir knuckles to his lips and kisses the bandages, eyes closed.
It won’t fix everything, but maybe it could briefly take away some of the pain for the moment.
Pac is everywhere. He keeps kissing Cellbit, which- that's something they have to address, they have to, but Cellbit doesn't want to quite yet. Xe want things to be nice and normal, at least for a little while.
So Cellbit lets Pac do her thing, watching closely. His head falls back to look at the ceiling, and he distantly wonders what the fuck is going on, but he can wait until he's fully sober and no longer sluggishly bleeding to even think about that.
Pac's eyes open. She has to go before this gets worse. She knows she's allowed now but she doesn't want to do something she can't take back.
"Do you want me to head home?"
Tallulah told Richas about your application
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Tallulah already snitched to Richas
she what
I think I fucked up.
I fucked up my application
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Do I have a date tonight? Is that what I agreed to?
what :(
The black bear said it’ll be seeing me tonight <3
THE THING THAT TORMENTED MY DREAMS??
Oh!!! Yes :)
Do I have a date tonight? Is that what I agreed to?
what :(
The black bear said it’ll be seeing me tonight <3
Tell it to kill itself instead.
That’s mean!!
Do I have a date tonight? Is that what I agreed to?
what :(
The black bear said it’ll be seeing me tonight <3
