“Eddie Kaspbrak knew how many germs were in a person’s mouth, and he would only swap spit with his fucking soulmate.”
Finding your soulmate should be pretty straightforward, but not for Eddie. Not when there were two possible candidates, and he had no idea which one it fucking was.
Thank you! I went with Oliver and Hizan because it seemed quite fitting. Set sometime after the book.
51: “A bull in a China shop has more grace than you.”
Maybe it’s the alcohol. They’ve both been drinking a fair amount. Strong stuff, too; Oliver is clearly a fan of whiskey. After their fourth shot he slurred something about how he likes the way it burns, and then he pointed at her. It had made Hizan laugh, though it wasn’t even that funny. She found herself not caring.
So it’s almost definitely the alcohol’s fault for her deciding to ask: “Is this a date?”
Oliver swirls the amber liquid in his glass before downing it. They’re sitting on the roof of an old apartment, both their legs dangling off the side. Hizan can’t remember the last time she felt so free.
“Sure,” Oliver says eventually with a nonchalant shrug. “I’d call it that, yeah.”
“It’s a fun date,” Hizan has to tell him.
“But it ain’t a normal date. That’s with…dinner or dancin’. Crap like that.” He waves his hand dismissively. “I’m too drunk to take you to dinner.”
“I don’t want you to take me to dinner.” Hizan lies back, staring up at the stars. She’s smiling, and she doesn’t even know why. The alcohol. Probably. But then the smile fades, sense creeping back in.“You and I could never have a normal date.”
Oliver puts his glass down, and then takes both her hands to pull her up into a sitting position. He says something in Golpixian, and she wishes she could understand, because it sounds so beautiful, and in the moonlight and glow of the opposite building lights, he’s beautiful, and oh she is very drunk.
“That’s so nice,” is all she says. “Say it again.”
He repeats it, his green fingers interlocking with her pale ones. She loves the contrast. He stands, helping her up. “We’re goin’ to dance.”
“Oh, no, we’re not.” She stumbles, already laughing. “That’s a really dumb idea.”
“True,” he agrees, “seein’ as you’ve got nothin’ on me.”
“I can dance. I’m a good dancer.”
“A bull in a China shop has more grace than you right now.” He twirls her, and she grabs onto him, tripping over her own feet as her world spins. “But ‘cause I’m so good, and so nice, I’ll teach you some K’yun.”
She cups his face with both hands, beaming. “I’ve no bloody idea what that is,” she tells him.
“It’s traditional Golpixian dance,” he says. “You’re uncultured.”
She pouts, and then he puts his hands on her hips and she feels better. “Please teach me,” she says. “I want to learn all about you and I want to stay here forever.”
“Well, that ain’t realistic,” he says. “But we have tonight.”
Tonight isn’t long enough. She doesn’t know when she’ll next see him, when she’ll have him like this again. Hizan doesn’t want to say goodbye, not yet.
But they do have tonight, and she’ll do her best to make it last.
21. Dodger or Oliver?I’m going to say Dodger. One, he’s voiced by Billy Fucking Joel, so that automatically adds points (especially as he does sing). Two, I really do love those rebel type characters that are more rugged. He’s just so much more fun to watch.
36. Esmeralda or Megara?OH NO. I’m going to premise that I had outfits for both as a child and was both for Halloween. But I’m going with Esmeralda. I had two of her outfits, and I think I just always felt more connected to her, especially as she was darker skinned. I used to sing “I Won’t Say” much more as a child, but I liked Esmeralda’s spirit more.
48. Yzma or Kronk?Kronk. I always found him and his humor (and shoulder angel/devil) so hilarious, and I quote him and his theme music a lot. Plus, my siblings and I actually really love Kronk’s New Groove. He’s just the greatest.
This turned out way longer than expected…I’m sorry! I hope you enjoy! Set a few months after the events of Telezine Crown.
3. “I’m not jealous.”
Kes couldn’t believe Hizan had managed to rope him in to performing with her again, but he was somehow standing on stage at a rehearsal with a guitar in his hand. He wasn’t dreaming, either. He’d pinched all along his arm and was unfortunately very much awake.
“Don’t do that,” Hizan told him.
“Huh?”
“You keep messing with your arm.”
“Oh.” Kes reluctantly stopped. It wasn’t even making much difference, seeing as he had on so many top layers. “Right. I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
Hizan frowned at him. “I’m not making you do anything. You don’t have to do this, really, not if you don’t want to. I just thought you’d like it. You used to love this sort of thing.”
Kes wondered when people would finally grasp the concept that he was a completely different person than he had been before prison, but decided it was best to keep his mouth shut. His relationship with Hizan was on very fragile grounds as it was; he was only just warming up to her again. And as for Vahan–
“Do you think I should go and say hi?” Hizan asked, her gaze already drifting to where Vahan was. He was chatting with Jessica, a young Golpixa woman who worked with him.
“No,” Kes said bluntly. He occupied himself with checking if his guitar was in tune.
“Wow,” she said after a moment. “He really still hates me that much?”
Kes shrugged. “Wouldn’t risk it.”
Hizan seemed to think things over for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to say hi.”
“Oh, you really do love danger.”
She was already jumping from the stage and hurrying over. Kes watched her with a roll of his eyes, expecting Vahan to totally shun her.
Except he didn’t. He actually smiled. He was smiling at her and talking. The sight was so unusual that Kes didn’t even hear Chris talking to him until he was poked on the shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” Kes said automatically, and then angled his head. “What is it?”
“Your clothes,” Chris said. “We’re wearing matching clothes for this. It’s like our uniform.”
“That sounds amazingly lame.” Kes was far too distracted, because Hizan was leaning in to hug Vahan, and he was lightly hugging her back. Vahan was hugging Hizan.
“And we all love your useless input,” Chris said icily. “But we’re wearing matching t-shirts. Don’t like it, you know where the door is.”
“T-shirts?” Kes echoed. “I can’t wear a t-shirt. You know I can’t do that.”
Chris shrugged, but Kes knew he was enjoying himself. This was subtle payback for the way Kes had spoken to him before, the insults he’d thrown at him while he’d been all spaced out. “Like I said,” Chris told him. “You know where the door is.”
Kes glanced around, feeling his heartbeat speed up, a rapid sound in his ears. He was not going to be beaten by the likes of Chris Holtwood. He slowly, deliberately placed his guitar down, and took off his leather jacket. “Where’s the t-shirt?”
Chris eyed him up and down, before he turned around to retrieve the white shirt with his band’s logo on it. He threw it to over to the ground carelessly.
Vahan wasn’t paying attention; he was still talking to Hizan. Kes swallowed, tugging at his long sleeves meticulously, and before he allowed himself to think, tugged off his shirt and put the new t-shirt on.
There was a very long silence as Chris stared him over, and then he wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, no,” he said eventually. “That looks awful.”
Kes’ face flamed. He bit at his tongue, clenching and unclenching his fists. “What does?” He choked out, even if he knew full well.
“God, I didn’t realise how big that number would be.” Chris gestured in nothing short of disgust at the 2507 branded against Kes’ upper arm. “It’s so distracting. There’s no way you can wear that.”
“I did try to tell you that,” Kes bit back. The lights were very bright. His eyes were beginning to hurt by how fiercely he was blinking. His fingers trembled. “I have to–I have to go.”
“Yeah, please,” Chris said. “Maybe put your jacket back on while you’re at it.”
Kes did so without arguing, already feeling so much safer once he was covered back up. An apology was already burning on his tongue as he hopped down from the stage, but he refrained himself. There was nothing he had to be sorry for.
“Hey, hey, what just happened?” Vahan was suddenly in front of him, cupping his face. The gesture calmed him down, and Kes closed his eyes for a moment.
“You missed a good show,” he told him eventually. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re leaving?” Vahan echoed. “But you didn’t even play.”
“And I’m not going to,” Kes said through gritted teeth. “But you can stay and watch Hizan. You seemed interested enough.”
Vahan removed his hand, looking at him carefully. “Babe,” he began. “Are you upset that I was speaking to her?”
“I’m not a kid. You can speak to whoever you want.”
“She came up to me. She was saying a ton of nice things about you, so of course I listened to that.” Vahan smiled, affectionately brushing his thumb across Kes’ cheekbone. “There’s no need to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” Kes insisted. “I wouldn’t be. I know you have history, but that’s not–”
“History, as in a couple of nights together,” Vahan interrupted. “That’s all the relationship we had.”
“Right.” Kes nodded. Maybe he had been a little jealous. A tiny bit. “But it’s more–Chris just humiliated me in front of everyone, but you didn’t even notice. I’m actually kinda glad you didn’t. It was…It was rough. I need to leave in case my magic starts acting up.”
Vahan’s eyes had darkened, but he immediately took both of Kes’ hands. They were still shaking. “What did he do? Do I need to punch anybody?”
“No. No, don’t do that,” Kes said quickly. “But maybe grab my guitar. That’d be great.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
“Positive,” Kes said. “But I’ll be coming back for the performance, and I’ll ace it, whether Chris wants me there or not. Who needs a rehearsal, anyway?”
Vahan grinned widely, and kissed Kes’ forehead. “There’s my Kes.”
“You can stay. Really. Keep on talking to people.” Kes looked at him sincerely. “You deserve to talk to more people, and have a ton of friends.”
“So do you, babe.”
“I guess so,” Kes said. “I just…Don’t really want to talk to these people right now. Gotta prepare for my grand entrance and everything.”
Vahan laughed. “It’s always a grand entrance with you,” he said. “Every damn day. That’s how fantastic you are.”