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Wick and Sunny for the oc interaction asks!

“Oh-okay, I, I think I got it.” Sunny holds up his sketch pad to Wick’s shirt, comparing his drawing with the Guns N’ Roses logo. He frowns. “C-crap. I’m, um, I’m, I’m off.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling the notepad back and erasing part of the blog before bringing his pencil back down. It’s just them tonight. Dami and Star are on a date, Kestrel is working.

Wick makes a soft noise of pain and Sunny’s head immediately shoots up. “N-number?” He likes taking care of Wick because at least Sunny gets honest answers when he asks questions. Star will tell everyone but Sunny the truth, but Wick lets Sunny feel useful.

Wick holds up six fingers.

Sunny checks the time and stands up, leaving his sketch pad next to Wick. “I-I’m going to go get, get your m-meds and call S-Star to r-remind her to, to take hers.” He knows Dami will remind her, but still. He likes to feel useful. Sunny kisses Wick’s cheek. “I’ll be, be right back. W-why don’t you t-take a l-look at the drawing and s-see what I, I got wrong? I’m, I’m not an expert on r-rock.”

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Star, talk about Wick 🙂

“What about them?” she snaps. “No, seriously, what do you want to know? I mean, Wick’s annoying. They made me, you know…” She leans forward to whisper, “Made me go to therapy.”

She leans back in her wheelchair, tapping her scarred hand against the side. “They’re stubborn and cocky as fuck. And they’re a really bad loser. Like, seriously. Worse than me, and I’ve stabbed a dude.” She smirks, slow and lazy. “I just hang around them because I love Kestrel. And their taste in music.”

“And maybe, just maybe, I think they’re not that bad of a friend. Maybe. But if you repeat that, I’m saying it’s a lie.”

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Kestrel and Star

Star doesn't say anything as the woman walks into her bedroom, but she does slide over, despite her aching bones, to make room for Kestrel to lie down next to her.

Once Kestrel's settled, Star leans into her. "It's a seven," she says in a raspy voice. "On the pain scale. Only a seven." It's a rare occurrence that she says it on her own, says it unprompted, but she trusts Kestrel. "Most of the bad stuff is in my head today."

But Kestrel always understands that. And from the looks of it, neither of them are having that good of a day.

Star smiles up at Kestrel. “Thank you. For everything.” A small laugh. “I promise I’ll be back to being a smartass tomorrow.” She doesn’t fall asleep, but she does stay snuggled up with Kestrel, finally letting herself relax as they get to be sad together.

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