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anxious bird noises 

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"Tch! Why have coffee when Tapu Cocoa exists, bruh?"

“It doesn’t have enough caffeine to sustain my existence.”

               in fact there’s no caffeine in tapu cocoa, it’s just sugar               and while delicious, he can’t afford the crash, sadly.

“Tapu cocoa is really good for late nights though, a good comfort drink.”  especially once he learned to make it with milk.

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Rico brings hot coco and a gossip magazine to the delivery office. He’s just going to hide here for a week or two.

Not that Hyde was ever ungrateful for company down in the bowls of Aether, but Rico was not entirely what he expected to walk through his door.  he really wished he had cleaned…

hastily dusting off what he could with a paper towel left over from lunch, he chunked it and the wrapper from his burger before the older man sat down, hoping the shiny crystal Ho-Oh figure would be distraction enough from his actions.  he hoped the state of his office wasn’t too offensive.

“Hello, Suocero.  Would you like some coffee?”

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My, my, my, mailman. The things you've done.

“……”

“can I help you with something?”

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"All in the past. Don't let the past haunt you~!"

he knew she was just trying to be nice.  She was a nice lady aside from when they threw things at each other or she tried to attack him, so he tried not to get too defensive when she spoke so openly and easily of things he struggled with daily.  And with T around and Rocket moving in, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

... but it was good advice.  He gave her a look, but figured saying something smart to the person holding the hot pot of coffee was not his brightest idea.  

“I’ll do my best.”  with that, he slid his empty mug forward for a refill.

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"Fuckin' birdbrain."

…. the single spark of his creativity is showing.  how cute.

 “Can I help you?”

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, , ,Would Hyde like to try a cinnamon creme oreo? Loch's still got more.

Why yes.  yes he would.

            ..... but should they be dipped in milk like normal or just eaten plain...???

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Hyde comes home to? Sarah and Punky laying on his couch with a window thrown wide open. "Yo, hey! Uh...See look, I can explain--"Maybe she should have called him before technically breaking into his house...

Hyde stumbles in after a long fucking day.  he is ready to just… well he’s ready to put another hole through his damn wall, that’s what he’s ready to do.

                         but alas, he has company.

…his eyes look from his adopted sister and her cohort nestled snugly on his couch to the window that Cyclo had put his chocolates through, the cardboard cover for the hole he created on the floor now.

well… at least she hadn’t actually broken the window to get in.  he huffed in mild annoyance, his wall escaping his fist for now as his anger fizzled out.  he went for a beer in the kitchen instead.

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There's a little cake and a card for Hyde by his things. The distinct smell of caramel in the air told him Rico had just left them.

It’s enough to give him away, even with the heavy smell of coffee clinging to the air.  He enjoyed the man and his company and he’s almost excited to open the office door and–

oh.

The office is sadly devoid of Ricardo, but it seems he’s left something for him on his desk, how thoughtful!  And here he hadn’t gotten anything for him…  He’d have to remedy that before he sees the Doctor again.

…Bless him, Ricardo always did know how to dial into his sweet tooth, and the card was as lovely as the cake.  But of course it was, Rico had likely chosen it himself.  setting the card up on his desk, he wasted no time in getting into the cake.  the reprieve from chocolate was welcomed and appreciated on a day like today.

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How the hell a Vikavolt got past security, the multiple doors to the mailroom, and possibly Hyde's Flying-Types, but it... certainly did. And it its little forelegs, its holding a sloppily wrapped box. It drops the thing at Hyde's feet, snatches the closest stack of envelopes as payment, and slowly flies away. When inspected, the box contains a Pretty Wing, with a light blue ribbon tied around it. There's also a note, reading "FROM LUSH JUNGLE WITH LOVE --03. PS - CLEAN UP NEXT TIME."

this is it.this is how he dies.

he makes his peace as a bug with a bomb somehow makes it past security and all the way down to the mailroom, delivering it right at his fucking feet.  fuck.  Hyde feels like ducking and covering wouldn’t do much at this point, so he stands there to wait for the blast… that never comes.

…….

he glares back up at the bug that was making off with the mail, curious and slightly pissed off at security for letting it get that far.  he’d have to talk to Florie and Nyx about this, but for now…

long legs bend and elbows rest on his thighs as he crouched down to examine the newest and strangest addition to his mailroom, taking a while to make sure it wouldn’t simply explode upon opening.  once satisfied, he worked the wrapping off and stood to examine the gift.

the beautiful feather coupled with the note throws him a little, his eyes roving over the paper and then to the feather.  He was not expecting such outside generosity…. He’d have to send a thank you note to the Erlking.

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Delibird in Disguise delivery for the delivery boy! It's a medium-sized box hastily wrapped in green wrapping paper and a cheap red bow slapped on top. Inside is three containers of an assortment of store bought pastries; a little squished, but still good. It must have taken a lot of self control not to eat all of them before the gift was sent!

Hyde has always been slightly nervous about packages without names. 

He suspects that one of these days they’ll actually test out the reinforced walls that surround his little mailroom and him and his little corner office will be flattened with the rest of it…

paranoia aside, he can’t help but be curious about the package with his name plastered on it and the taped down paper clinging to the box.  he couldn’t imagine what kind of person would wrap as such…. 

…. well ok, yes he could..

so into his office he goes to minimize the blast radius to the rest of the mail room.  once at his desk he takes his time unwrapping and pulling apart the paper examining the box for any trips or wires before finally opening it up and scrutinizing the contents.

oh ho!  the restraint care they had shown in placing the humble pastries into the box and not eating them touches his heart in all the right places.  kindness from a stranger at this time of year is just what he needed to make it through the late night he faced trying to get everything out and settled before Christmas.  

he happily popped open the first container and after sniffing and examining the pastries for anything extra took a hesitant first bite.

           mmm…. maybe working Christmas wasn’t going to be so bad…

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she's going to ruin e v e r y t h i n g you've worked for. she's going to tell her what you d i d. you have to f i x this or she'll tear it all a p a r t for you.

Everything seemed to be pulling apart right now.  So perhaps it wasn’t such a surprise when these terrible horrible thoughts crept into his head, as if Jekyll himself was rising from the gave to act offensively on an old charge during Hyde’s passively defensive guard.

He hadn’t been expecting it, so hearing those words echo in the back of his weakened, self depreciated, mind and the ideas that drag with them (was he so eager to correct her again??) shakes him a little harder than he thought possible in this moment.  Of all the times to think of the young ex-rocket, the weak point, the veritable key to the destruction of all his hard fought happiness, now…. was likely the one time he should be worried.

All of this was his fault after all.  if he had been less selfish, a little less clingy, none of this would have arisen and Plumeria, Guzma, or likely anyone attached to them wouldn’t be suffering so.  He had forgotten his place, let his selfishness slip, and now people were hurting because of his lack of control.  disgusting.  Is this really what the great Doctor Jekyll had fallen to?  Had all the training and guidance he received led up to this?? 

Maybe… if back then he had been more thorough, had really laid into her the rules and regulations she had to follow while he was around, she’d still fear him now and he wouldn’t have to worry about her so much after showing up in his new life. no. Maybe he should reinstate that fear. no!  Maybe if he had done a good job instead of letting his guard down for those big watery eyes and sweet talk, she wouldn’t be a problem now.  she deserved better!!

but perhaps this was all his mercy was good for.

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What will you do when she finds out? What will you do when she leaves?

he had a chance once.  He could have told her everything.  But time and time again he was reminded of what happened when people found out about his past and had all but memorized the repercussions of such a personal chat.  it was better to keep it close.  just pretend your never took days scrubbing the blood and bile off your hands you heartless wretch

But cat was different.

“People are what they do, not where they been.”

She, of all people, would understand doing horrible things for the wrong reasons.  Mistakes.  all of his life had been full of them.  and she would understand.

She understood him.  She knew he had changed, where he had come from…

but.. would it be enough to make her stay…?

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"I still wanna like you anyways."

To say he was touched would be the greatest understatement of the century.

He was absolutely blown away by his generosity and kindness in this instance.  In the moment when he hated himself so much, for this man who he had wronged to stand by him, after such a selfish act…

      ……

“Thank you…. Guzma..” he choked it out, hastily wiping his face with his sleeve as the pathetic aether worker tried desperately not to so openly cry in front of the gang lord.  but there was no stopping those tears.

“I’m so sorry…”  I was so weak