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[actualtirefire]

Spent a day in her RV quietly. Felt mentally cross eyed. Like she wanted to be upset about something, but couldn't quite figure out what. It was cold in the RV. The heat never worked right in here. Was why she now spent most winters in the farm house with Viktor and Rene.

She had a blanket, though, and stayed warm curled up on the couch. Cats were warm inside the house so she didn't worry about much more than vegging out.

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Envy's fault for picking a little blorbo guy that was notorious for RUNNING UP and then DITCHING out like a manic pixie dream girl. She didn't know what kind of hair was growing up his ass, but it sure was one he needed to pluck on his own time.

Figured she'd give him space and try again later.

Fuck all knows sometimes she was a total trash fire on her own.

"Nah. 'Cause I wasn't dreamin' to start with. Off you fuck."

She suuuuure did hug and comfort him just the other day.

And Envy didn't like that.

Ding ding ding. That's all, folks! Not a perfect score (with the come back later being a little too forgiving), but a few minutes ago they thought they might have to give up. This was much better!

Lark scoffed, flipping her off right back. "Fine, whatever. How about you let ME know when yer done dreamin'." Turned tail to stalk away.

Done and dusted. Onto the next.

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It was a bit different for people like her. The heightened libido drive was the same either direction. Sort of required with how fast the population liked to kill each other off.

Anyway.

Self-loathing was a bit of a easy thing for her to feel. And, yeah, it hurt to hear him say it. But this was so totally out of left field? What changed? Why was he doing this? She just hugged him like...yesterday? Her sense of time wasn't fantastic. Recently, though.

"You know what? Fuck off. Come back later." Up came both hands in a dual set of birds.

Congrats, you're getting clocked! Fuck around? Find out!

She hauled off on a solid, quick, right hook somewhere around 'provide'. What the fuck?

"You're being a dick! Cut it out! Get your own fucking vagina if you wanna have Charlie's kid!?" That's all she could suss out of this whole interaction. That he was jealous in some way? She didn't understand this.

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Congrats, you're getting clocked! Fuck around? Find out!

She hauled off on a solid, quick, right hook somewhere around 'provide'. What the fuck?

"You're being a dick! Cut it out! Get your own fucking vagina if you wanna have Charlie's kid!?" That's all she could suss out of this whole interaction. That he was jealous in some way? She didn't understand this.

Wow, this was so much easier with Charlie. Charlie was just READY to be angry at Lark and take it all as totally normal dumb Lark bullshit. Clearly, Envy does not know enough about Roka to really do this right. It's annoying. ANNOYING.

Just gotta try harder!

"You're one to talk!" Snorted a big ol' laugh. "Oh, Charlie's fucked both of you, I wonder what HE'D say. Who's the best lay?"

"Course, Charlie's a lil' baby-crazy, and...well, I guess if yer not willin' to provide, maybe tha's the big roadblock."

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"You're being really weird about Devang." Retorted real quick then stepped away from him when he was doing all that. Frustrated with his attitude more than anything.

"This isn't the way to get into my pants, Charlie's, or Devang's if that's what you're into." Big confused on top of frustrated.

It'd be a little hard to get her to feel Envy. Like Devang, not one of their strongest senses. They had what they had and didn't what they didn't. What might make it worse was that she lived with Viktor and Rene. She got pretty steady time and attention from them. Her life was pretty table over all these days.

"What? I'm jus' sayin'! People are so fuck-weird about Devang. I'm on your side." There we gooo. progress. But they're going for something very specific here.

Got up from where he was sitting, brushing shoulder against her as he moved beside her, shrugging. "I jus' think it's weird tha' nobody really seems to appreciate you as much."

An eyeroll and a huff. "Ain't about Charlie, genius. Course, he mus' be blind if he can't appreciate you like...oh waiiit." Haha blind. He's blind. Be shitty in as many ways as possible in one go.

But his tail flicked against Roka, and he was holding himself about her and brushing against her in ways that were to imply he was coming onto her. By insulting their mutual friend.

You know, real loser shit.

If Roka got any envy feels from this too, that'd be a bonus. But today's mission is to just trash a relationship rq. Lark likes you and trusts you a tad too much, please like him less.

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"What is your deal today?" Lark was often hyperactive think-as-he-goes boy, but he was usually more respectful of the meaningful boundaries. Like not obsessing over Devang and trying to make her think about and compare herself too that old lady.

"I don't know, man! Charlie does what he wants. He visits and goes. And has his...whatever he's been doing with Pride and..." She threw her hands up. What do you want???

"If you wanna fuck him too, just do it."

"Medical coma ain't death, dumbass." Rolled his eyes. Well, that's not fully conclusive. She MIGHT still be mortal, but hard to say.

Would be fun to find out, but that'd be like...sure, great, get another ten layers deep in shit. Would have to make sure they somehow left no trace of her, soul and all. A bit overkill for a curiosity, really.

Nah, not fucking around with that much today. Just going to keep trying to get under her skin.

"Is Charlie still kinda sorta dating you r'whatever? S'weird he's still goin' after Devang when you're right here. Unless you dumped him or somethin'."

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She didn't know the meaning of it, just that it was there. Could be some kinda cold coming on for all she knew. People don't cultivate their energy her like they did in Dekro. Could be some sort of emotional state, too. It's just off to look at.

"Yeah, yeah. Just..." She shrugged. Keep an eye on it? Or something. It wasn't super normal.

"I don't know? Does a medical coma count?" She was not immortal. Devang had died MANY times before she got into her current predicament.

She came to conclusions about work because he POPPED OUTTA NOWHERE while she was sort of working. She wasn't now because he was here.

Oh, he gets it. But Lark isn’t in charge right now.

Envy also gets it, and is disappointed by the lack of rise they’re getting out of her. Stop being so fucking mature about this. Ugh, she’s onto them. That’s annoying. Why are Devangs so fucking annoying?

"Oh, tha's what it looks like? Gross. But don' worry, tha's on purpose." Don't worry about his green goopy aura. It's fiiiine. Anyways! Gonna try and just blaze right past that, just for kicks.

"Do you think you're immortal too? Have you ever died b'fore?"

And why is she coming to a conclusion right now? Whose name is on there? Big sus, and bigtime trying to lean and snoop- oop, it's gone. Sus.

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If he didn't get it, fine. But she wasn't going to acknowledge or feed into it. She'd already gone through all the identity crisis turmoil and she wasn't doing it again for his benefit. Friend or not. Especially if he wasn't taking half a second to empathize from her perspective on it.

It was a list of information. Names and addresses. She'd just come to some sort of conclusion and singled one out.

"Yeah, your energy. Whatever you want to call it. It's off. Green and kinda goopy shit is clinging to it." She closed the notepad and shoved it into pocket along with pen. "It's not woo-woo, it's something I'm able to do."

Lark raised his hands, brows up. Jeeeze, so sensitive! “Y’know, I really don’ get why yer so sensitive about that. Yer like the younger, hotter, less fucked up version of Dev.”

He popped up on his toes to try and catch a glimpse of what she was writing over her shoulder. What’s that all about?

“Honestly, we all love Devang, but she’s like…y’know…” shrugged. Like not to put too fine a point on it, but…

He snorted. “My aura? Didn’ know you were into woo woo shit like that.”

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hate coming to terms with things. i should be able to cast a fireball instead

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"Ooookay." Sighed and let that go for now. Going back to flipping through some pages in a pocket notebook.

"I'm not Devang. Stop. I don't care how I compare or what is going on over there." And irritably turned her back. Circling something and giving it an underline.

She picked her own name and was her own person. Her future was not predetermined.

"By the way, your aura is off. Might wanna get that looked at."

“What if I want to ambush you in random locations and loudly declare ROKA?”

He tilted his head at her and grinned. What IF that.

“Yer name is so declarable. Even more than Devang.”

He gave a little breath and near-frown. “Didja hear what happened, by th’ way? She was in a hell hospital fer like, a week r’somethin.”

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"I dunno. There's, like, five billion ways." She threw her hands up. "I have a number, a door, and several game related avatar thingies."

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Lark found the nearest tall but sturdy surface to pop up onto and sit cross legged, dropping his chin into his hands. “Yeah? Like what?”

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R o k a.

"Lark, there are better ways to get my attention."

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Eye balled him a good bit. Then wordlessly squeezed him hard into a hug before letting him go. Shoved her hands in her pocket. She wouldn't keep on after him.

Nah, she wasn't that kind of person. To get harmed and not harm back. Between simple aggressive personality and the cultural norms of socializing she grew up in. So she tripped him, grabbed him before he fell, and gave him a light rib punch. She wasn't trying to do damage. Her coat was too thick for his claws to have done much anyway even without the spells in the stitches.

"First of all, ya ain't doin' that then hoping off all merry and Scott free."

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Nah, she wasn't that kind of person. To get harmed and not harm back. Between simple aggressive personality and the cultural norms of socializing she grew up in. So she tripped him, grabbed him before he fell, and gave him a light rib punch. She wasn't trying to do damage. Her coat was too thick for his claws to have done much anyway even without the spells in the stitches.

"First of all, ya ain't doin' that then hoping off all merry and Scott free."

Nearly dropped the damn phone when he was pulled back. Almost wouldn’t have missed it. He clutched it to his chest with one hand, stood staring at the ground for a few moments, not initially able to summon any response. Had to though. “Nothing, I can handle it, get off my back!”

With the rising anger of those words, he turned and lashed out at her arm, claws unsheathed. No claw caps today. Then turned AGAIN to leave. Shouldn’t have reached out in the first place. He knew how this was going to end.

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Alright, listen. She was quick to reach out and snatch him back off the road before he got himself smacked into by a car. "What are you being so damn weird for? I've let that shit slide so many times."

Hrm. She did not believe him. At all. But being loud and aggressive wasn't always helpful. So she kept standing near with suspicion.

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Hrm. She did not believe him. At all. But being loud and aggressive wasn't always helpful. So she kept standing near with suspicion.

"Why are you trying to give me money?" She didn't want that. Confused on why he was even offering.

"You good?"

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"Why are you trying to give me money?" She didn't want that. Confused on why he was even offering.

"You good?"

He high fived it.

He is having a crisis.

Stammered out a “hell- hell yeah.” Then turned to walk away. That’s all, thanks for the high five.