#eugh . I dunno . I’m just so fucking upset right now .

[teamfortresstwo]

Eughhh,,, feeling like shit cause I suck at Hades now because I stopped caring about improving in the game but I didn’t think it would make me backslide so much…

[brittle-bone-gabe]

Mistletozier

Summary: For years Richie has been trying to get Eddie under the mistletoe, each time it was a failure.  Pairing: Eddie x Reddie (Reddie)  Read Ao3: Here 

                                                           1989 

“Eddie, Eddie!” Richie called as he climbed down into the Loser’s clubhouse. The rest of the Losers were busy today, running around shopping, having to stay home alone and weren’t allowed to leave the house, so Eddie was the only one that Richie could bother. “Eddie!” He called again, standing at the bottom of the ladder, watching the smaller boy sit on the hammock. He had a shower cap over his head to make sure no spiders fell on him and his winter coat still on, reading the assigned homework they were given for holiday break. “You’re seriously reading that?” Richie asked, walking over to him. 

“Unfortunately,” Eddie replied, his eyes skimming the page he was on, “I need to get a good grade or I’ll fail and then my mom will have a fucking stroke or something.” 

“Hopefully...” Richie mumbled. 

Eddie’s head shot up, glaring at him. “Richie!” 

“What?! You can’t tell me you like being bossed around all the time.” 

“She’s my mom, dipshit.”

“Oh, excuse me, I thought she was your mommy.” Richie yelped when Eddie threw his book at him, having barely enough time to cover his face with his arms before the book made contact with him. “Don’t be that way, Eddie Spaghetti,” he said as he tried to squeeze his way into the hammock, but Eddie was making it difficult.  “I’m trying to call a truce here, Spaghetti!” 

“Then stop calling me spaghetti!” Eddie said, trying to kick the taller boy out of the hammock. “I was here first!” 

“Wait!” Richie grabbed Eddie’s ankles to stop him from kicking at him, “I have a question for you.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, knowing that it had to be a joke. Richie just didn’t say ‘I have a question’ and actually asked a question. He knew it would be something like... ‘Oh, has your mom said anything about me?’ ‘Do you think you’ll hit 5′5″ before you turn thirty?’ Either way it pissed Eddie off and was ready to fight him. 

“What.” It wasn’t a question, Eddie really didn’t want to know what the question Richie had for him was. He watched as Richie fished through his front pocket, trying to find the thing he brought with him down in the club house. Eddie flinched when he pulled his hand back out of his pocket, assuming it was going to be a middle finger. “What the fuck is that?” He finally asked, tilting his head to the side at the small plant looking thing Richie was now holding; it was slightly flattened from being in his pocket, it had a small red bow attached to the top with some fake looking berries plastered on it. 

“What’s wrong, Eds? Never heard of a mistletoe?” 

“A... what?” 

Richie wasn’t sure if Eddie was being serious or actually never heard of a mistletoe before, but either way... he was in love with an idiot. He dangled the small, plastic plant over his head, looking up at it as if he had no idea why it was there. Did he really want to go through with this? Did he want to tell Eddie what the mistletoe was and what the tradition was behind it? Richie had this whole thing planned out; he was going to surprise Eddie by hanging the small plant above the hammock before the smaller boy showed up, and when Richie ‘noticed’ it, he was going to point it out and kiss Eddie before he knew what was happening. Although, he wasn’t expecting that Eddie would make it here before him, the idiot left his bike propped up against the tree.

“A mistletoe!” Richie tried again, holding it out so it was hovering over him and Eddie, who looked up at it. “You know what it is?”

“Uh... no? Wait, is that a flower?” 

“What? No. It’s a-”

“A plant? Is that a plant?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“I have a plant allergy, Richie!” Eddie shot up from the hammock, almost knocking Richie out of it as he did. “Ever heard of allergic rhinitis?!” 

“Wh... no?”

“Hay fever? You’ve heard of that?”

“Isn’t that just seasonal- Eddie! It’s not real! It’s plastic, fake!” 

“Yeah, it’s seasonal allergies, idiot. But did you know you can get that shit in the winter too?” Richie sat back in the hammock, dropping the mistletoe on his chest while watching Eddie rant about allergies. Great. This plan wasn’t working out well, he wasn’t trying to rile him up, but here they were. “Most of the time seasonal allergies is caused by a grass and pollen allergy, but in the winter it’s mostly due to dust mites. Do you know what dust mites are, Richie?” Richie could only nod, using his foot to rock the hammock. “They-”

“It’s not real, Eddie,” he tried again, interrupting Eddie’s ramblings, “th-the plant, not... whatever it is you’re talking about.”

“You say it’s not real, but how do I know you’re not lying to me?” Eddie asked, folding his arms across his chest with a small pout.

“Why would I purposely trigger your allergies? It’s just a-” 

Eddie scoffed, throwing his hands up in frustration before zipping up his winter coat. He grabbed his book, turning to face Richie who gave him a weird look, like he was stupid or something. 

“Whatever that is I don’t want it,” he finally said, walking over to the ladder. “I’m gonna go home and take some allergy pills before they get worse.” 

Richie watched Eddie go up the wooden ladder, his mouth opened as he wanted to say something to try and stop him. It was too late. Eddie was already heading out to the snowy outside, leaving Richie with many things to say, none of which would ever get spoken. God, why were the cute ones so stupid? Richie sighed, fidgeting with the mistletoe that was now in his hands. 

Maybe someday. 

                                                            -----

                                                           1993

This was the final Friday for the students at Derry High School before holiday break began. Everyone was excited for their two week vacation, ready for presents, laying in bed doing nothing all day, food, and spending time with family. Well, everyone was excited except for seventeen-year-old Richie Tozier; when he learned that Eddie was going to be gone for those two weeks starting tomorrow he was extremely upset. Something about seeing family. Either way, Richie was still upset, there was something he wanted to try to do before he left, hopefully this year it would work. 

“How do I look?” Richie asked his best friend Beverly as he put on the headband with a mistletoe hanging above him. “Stupid, right? I want it to look stupid.”  Bev leaned over, planting a kiss on Richie’s cheek as for tradition. “Eugh!” Richie said dramatically, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. “Cooties.” 

Beverly rolled her eyes. “Yes, you look extremely stupid, Trashmouth.” Richie had a goofy smile on his face, giving two thumbs up. “I’m sure Eddie’ll get it this time.”

The memory made Richie shudder. He remembered he told Beverly all about how his first time trying this worked out, that Eddie had no idea what a mistletoe was and freaked out about hay fever and left him behind. Hopefully now that Eddie was older he would get it this time, or maybe he’d be awkward enough and ditch again. Which is what Richie swore up and down what happened last time, there was no way someone has never heard of a mistletoe, right? Right. Okay, Bev was right, he got it this time. It was going to be cute and give something for Eddie to remember while he was gone with family this Christmas. 

“And how do I look?” Richie pushed his semi-curly hair back, readjusting his glasses to make sure everything looked right. 

Bev licked her hand, scrubbing the speck of dirt that was stuck on Richie’s cheek. “Golden. Go get ‘em.” She patted his back with a smile on her face as he started off towards Eddie’s locker. She watched him squeeze through the crowd of the hallway, shaking her head. Honestly she couldn’t believe that Richie and Eddie weren’t together yet. 

Richie was tall enough to be able to see over most of the crowd, his blank expression changed into a huge smile when he saw Eddie searching through his locker. Yes, okay, perfect. This would be his year. He would get Eddie to kiss him over this stupid tradition, he swore to god. Even if he had to bluntly spell it out for him. K-I-S-S M-E, Y-O-U I-D-I-O-T. 

Eddie had his backpack on the floor as he was moving the textbook from the morning periods to his locker, switching them out with the afternoon periods textbooks. He used to carry them all at once so he didn’t have that anxiety of rushing to go to his locker, but since he went through two backpacks in the year he had to stop doing that because his mom was getting mad about buying him new ones. Of course, she blamed Richie for roughhousing with him, causing the backpacks to break. No... it was just because Eddie didn’t want to make an extra stop at his locker. 

“Helllooo, Eddie!” Richie said long and dramatically, pulling the locker door open some more so he could stand in front of it, leaning it up against the other lockers with his shoulder. 

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie said, not even looking at him as he was putting books from his backpack to his locker, “what’s up?”

“Ooooh, nootthiiin’” He reached up, poking at the mistletoe that was dangling down over him, the little bells jingling as he did, trying to get Eddie’s attention, but he wasn’t budging. Richie frowned. “Eddie. Eds. Eddie, my love.” Normally that last one caught his attention. “Bitch, pay attention to me!” 

Finally Eddie looked up at him, finally noticing the mistletoe above them. “Oh,” he said, standing up, rolled his hoodie sleeves up so they were above his forearms. “Mistletoe. Whose that for, Richie?” 

Richie discreetly bit his bottom lip, trying to get the hint across. Notice, you idiot, notice, Richie was thinking to himself. Maybe out of the blue Eddie would gain the power to read minds and kiss him.

“I dunno,” Richie said, trying to sound smooth, “whoever’s under it I guess. That’s how mistletoe’s work, right?” 

“Huh...” Eddie reached up, jingling the fake plant. “That’s actually really cute. Did you know if you were you to eat mistletoe it could technically kill you? It can poison you.” 

Richie wanted to strangle the hell out of the shorter boy in front of him for being so oblivious. Why was he being like this? Did he not get it? Was he just nervous about this? Oh, shit, maybe Eddie wasn’t gay or bisexual or anything and Richie was making him uncomfortable.

“Oh... yeah...” Richie was trying so hard to not sound disappointed as he took off the headband. “Yeah, I found it at the pharmacy.” He put it on Eddie’s head so it was hanging over his face now. “You know what a mistletoe is, right? Like, what the tradition is?”

Eddie’s face turned a light shade of pink that Richie could see clearly under the bright lights of the hallway. With shaky, anxious hands, he reached up and took the headband off from his head, holding it back out to Richie who sadly took it. Of course he knew the tradition was. Well, back then he didn’t, the first time Richie tried pulling this stunt Eddie had no clue what was going on until he went home to ask his mom what a mistletoe was. He would never forget the look on her face when he went on to explain that Richie had one and held it over them in the hammock that day, she was looked stunned and confused, acting different around Richie since. They both noticed, and Eddie would always apologize, but Richie couldn’t care less about that. 

“Yeah... Yeah, I...” Eddie trailed off, looking into Richie’s eyes, seeing the desperation and sadness there, “I think I know the tradition.” He moved his backpack from the floor, slinging it over his shoulders before nudging Richie out of the way so he could close his locker. He had opened his mouth to speak, but the warning bell indicating that it was almost time to start the first afternoon class interrupted him. “I gotta go, Richie,” he squeaked, making himself small as he moved past Richie, he couldn’t bear to see the sadness that now took over Richie’s face. 

Richie let out a frustrated sigh, twisting the mistletoe headband in his hands until he could feel it crack under the pressure. Goddamn it. Fuck. This was the second time Eddie’s dodged the fucking mistletoe and Richie’s heart was, as cliche as it sounded, broken. 

As Eddie was maneuvering through the crowded hallway of rushing teens trying to make it to their class on time. Of course he fucking knew what the mistletoe meant. Whoever stood under it meant that they had to kiss. Something Eddie always wanted to fucking do. He’ll admit, he had no idea what it meant the first time Richie pulled that shit when they were fourteen-years-old, but once he found out he kicked himself for not knowing and taking advantage of that. And today? What the fuck was that? Admittedly, Eddie was caught off guard with Richie’s stupid headband, but he had the chance to kiss him again. 

‘Do you know the tradition?’ 

‘Of course I know the tradition, but I can’t kiss you if the mistletoe is on my head, we both have to be under it,’ Eddie wanted to say at that moment. He smacked his forehead in frustration, why didn’t he speak up? 

                                                         -----

                                                          2019

Richie and Eddie have been dating for a total of three years. Ever since the whole being called back to Derry, Maine after all these years, all these memories flooded back and made Richie break down. He remembered all those nights where he would sneak out of his house in the middle of the night and go to Eddie’s house, climbing through his window and they would stay up all night just to talk about whatever. He remembered carving their initials in the Kissing Bridge, hoping that it would somehow magically bring them together. It wasn’t until it started snowing in Chicago this year when Richie remembered all those sad attempts at trying to use a mistletoe to get Eddie to kiss him for the first time. He cringed, at the same time he thought it was cute. 

This would be the year, Richie thought to himself as he set the plastic bag of Christmas decorations down on the kitchen counter that Eddie had sent him out to buy. I’m gonna get it to work this time, he thought as he pulled out the mistletoe from the bag, the one thing that wasn’t on Eddie’s list. He would get a kiss out of this mistletoe or die trying. 

Richie started running around the house, trying to decide the perfect place to place the mistletoe. Doorway? Cliche. Front door? Too cold as it was too snowy outside. Thankfully Eddie was out right now, but Richie just received a text from him saying that he was on his way home. Fuck. He didn’t have a lot of time left.

Richie looked up. Oh. Perfect. 

He stood up on the coffee table that was placed in the center of the living room, having to stand on his toes as he was reaching up to place the mistletoe in the perfect spot. He could just barely reach, but... fuck, he may need tape for it to stick. Did they have tape? Somewhere, right? Eddie’s been wrapping presents like a madman lately. 

Once he jumped down from the table he scrambled into the guest bedroom that Eddie was using to wrap presents. Moving things around until it was all on the floor desperately looking for tape. How could he not have tape? This was bullshit. 

Oh... that’s why Eddie went to the store. He said he ran out of tape and wrapping paper. 

Back out to the kitchen, Richie started going through the junk drawer that they could hardly open since they had so much junk in it. There had to be something in here that would make this stupid piece of plastic stick for five minutes. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Richie mumbled in between the mistletoe that was placed in between his teeth as he was going through the drawer. “C’mon... this shouldn’t be so fucking hard. ...Aha!” He announced happily, even though he was the only one at home. When he turned around he saw their tan Pomeranian looking up at him, his tongue hanging out as he was wagging his tail. “What the fuck are you looking at, you little bitch? ” Richie asked the dog playfully before reaching down to give him a pet. “Such a good boy,” he knelt down to pet him some more. “Such a-” the dog snatched the mistletoe out of Richie’s mouth, running off with it. “Hey! No! Bad boy!” Richie yelled after the small dog. “Peanuts! No! Drop it!” 

If anyone was looking from the outside looking in saw this six-foot-something man chasing around this small Pomeranian it would be the perfect skit. Unfortunately, this was a pain in the ass for Richie, all he wanted to do was surprise Eddie and finally get that stupid holiday kiss he wanted since they were kids. Was that really so hard? 

“Peanuts! Down! Want a treat?” He was trying anything and everything he could to get the dog to stop and drop the mistletoe. Thank god it was fake, Richie recalled that Eddie said something about if you ate a real mistletoe you’d get poisoned and die. If anything happened to this dog Eddie would kill everyone. “Treat, treat, treat!” Richie said in a high pitched voice, trying to get his attention as he held up the dog treat. 

Peanuts stopped, looking up at the treat in Richie’s hand, still holding onto the plastic plant as he was wagging his tail. 

“Yeaaah, this has your attention, huh?” Richie said, waving his arm slowly side to side, watching as Peanut followed his every move. “Sit!” Peanuts did what he was told, plopping down as soon as the word left Richie’s mouth. “Now... drop it!” Peanuts tilted his head to the side, not quite understanding what he was supposed to do. ‘Drooop iiit...” He growled out of frustration, just wanting the damn treat. Richie held the treat out so it was directly in front of Peanuts’ nose. The small, fluffy dog dropped the mistletoe, snatching the treat from Richie’s hand as he went into their bedroom to eat it underneath his bed, as he did whenever he got a treat. 

Richie let out a thankful sigh, picking up the mistletoe that was now covered in dog slobber. Oh well. Whatever, he got what he wanted. He grabbed the hot glue gun from the counter, going back to stand on the coffee table. 

As soon as he was finishing up gluing the mistletoe to the smoke detector Richie could hear Eddie’s car door slam shut in the driveway. Oh, fuck. He cut this too close. Richie started blowing on the glue, hoping it’ll make it stick in place just for five minutes. Once it seemed stabled, he hopped down, pushing the coffee table back into place just as Eddie walked through the door. 

Sweat was covering Richie’s forehead as he stood directly underneath the mistletoe that was up too high for Eddie to even notice, refusing to move from his spot in front of the couch. Eddie raised an eyebrow, knowing instantly that something was up with his boyfriend. 

“What’cha doin’?” Eddie asked instantly, dropping the bags down at his feet. 

“N..nothing,” Richie responded with a goofy smile on his face. “What’re yooou doin’, hot stuff? How was the store? See any babes?”

Judging by how Richie was acting, Eddie knew that he was up to something. A prank? A date? He could never tell with Richie, he was always mixing it up. 

“What did you do?” Was the only thing that came to Eddie’s mind to ask. “Where’s Peanuts?” 

“Ah...” Richie started to explain, but had to stop to catch his breath, “the little devil is contained with a treat and nothing else. Nothing... that could poison him. I assure you, my sweet, sweet, Spaghetti, I did nothing wrong.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?!” 

“He’s fine! He has a treat!”

“Don’t... call me spaghetti!” 

“Sorry, Eddsie.”

“Oh, that’s new...” Eddie folded his arms over his chest. “What are you hiding?” 

“Why don’tcha come here and I’ll tell you.” 

Eddie noticed that Richie hasn’t moved a muscle since he entered the doorway, out of character for him for sure since any time he entered the house Richie was there to hug him and kiss him. 

“No.”

“What? Eddie, come here!” 

“No, not until you tell me what you did.”

“Just!” Richie stopped, whining in frustration. “Come here! I’ll tell you! Please! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, plea-”

“Shut up! Okay!” Eddie kicked off his snow covered shoes onto the rug, shrugging off his winter coat before making his way over to Richie cautiously just in case this was a prank of some kind. “You talk so fucking much, you idiot.” He stopped about a foot away from Richie, who looked to still be in distress. “What? I’m here.”

“Clooooser!” 

“I am not getting any closer until you tell me what you’re up to.” 

“I’ll tell you!” Richie held out his arms to him, wiggling his fingers. “Come here!” He couldn’t help but giggle, causing Eddie to raise an eyebrow before taking a step back. “Uh, wrong way, my sweet Eds. C’mere.”

“You did something.”

“I did do something,” the smile somehow grew on Richie’s face if that was even possible. “I won’t- No, I can’t tell you until you come stand.. right...” he pointed to the open area directly in front of him, “here. I know you’re curious. Or... maybe afraid? Just know I am not hiding anything from you this time.”

“Like how you hid the fact you killed my favorite plant while I was away for a week?” 

“Mhm!” Richie hummed happily, nodding. “Better than that!” 

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stood where Richie had directed him to. He had to look up at the taller man at this point to look into his eyes. When he did, he noticed the mistletoe that was hanging from the smoke detector. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Eddie said, looking back down to look at Richie. 

“Third times the charm, right?” Richie asked with a single arm shrug. 

“But the smoke detector? Seriously? Do you know how dangerous that is, Richie? Say there was a fire, the smoke may not make it up there properly because of the-”

Eddie was cut off when Richie bent down, pressing his lips against Eddie’s cold ones from being out in that Chicago winter. He had both hands on Eddie’s hips, bringing him closer until their bodies were basically pressed against each other, sharing body heat. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck to bring him down closer, deepening the kiss as best as he could from where he was standing. 

“I want that off of the smoke detector,” Eddie mumbled against Richie’s lips. 

“Mmm... may have trouble with that,” he responded once he pulled away, “I super glued it. Mistletoe tradition all year ‘round, baby!” He pumped his fist in the air. 

Eddie reached down, grabbing the empty wrapping paper tube that Peanuts was trying to drag around earlier, bonking it against Richie’s face, his glasses almost falling off. 

“Beep beep, Richie.” 

[lickstynine]

Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Twenty

written with @ocsickficsideblog​

The next week or so went by smoother than Alistair had expected. Kit took his meals and his medicine without much argument, and went out with Siofra every couple of nights for drinks and conversation and whatever followed. November quickly became December, and as Kit looked down at his phone to answer a text, the date caught his eye: 6 Dec.

“Oh god… I turn twenty-three tomorrow,” he said, mostly to Oliver since Alistair was in the other room. The hamster stared at him cluelessly, chewing on a pellet of food.

“Are you saying something?” Alistair called.

“Our birthday is tomorrow.” Kit replied, running his thumb thoughtfully over the side of his phone.

“I know. I’ve been keeping track.” He went to sit by the hamster cage with Kit.

“Were you planning to remind me?”

“If you hadn’t noticed, I was going to tell you tomorrow.”

Kit nodded, though he couldn’t help wondering whether Alistair had just hoped he would forget the date. “What should I do?”

“What do you usually do?” Alistair asked. He paused. “What about...have you ever...gone to see her?”

“No.” Kit sighed. “I could never bring myself to do it. I usually just read Alice and drink…”

“I haven’t been either. I got as far as the cemetery gates twice.” He paused. “Maybe we should try it..?”

“You've tried to go?” Kit asked.

Alistair nodded. “I was only young-ish though. I was always in a mess ‘cause it’d be after some big fight when I’d just been punched or cut or burned. I’d get this dumb idea that if I went there, it’d be like hugging her again, like she used to do. But then I’d get there, bleeding and aching and so fucking out of breath because adrenaline had me running the whole way… And I couldn’t face it.”

Kit gave an understanding nod. “I've thought about going, but I could never bring myself to do it.” He sighed.

“We could try,” Alistair said quietly. “Take flowers or a letter or something…”

“I could bring my journal.” Kit mused.

“Maybe read her some bits. I want to draw something,” Alistair said.

Kit nodded. “Promise we’ll go?”

“If you want to, yeah.”

“I do.” Kit decided.

Alistair smiled, putting an arm around him. “I’m proud of you for that.”

Kit forced a smile back, but he was clearly nervous. “Thanks.”

“I know,” Alistair whispered. “I’m scared too.”

“I don’t even know what I’m scared of.” Kit sighed.

“Me neither. Welcome to anxiety.” Alistair smiled wryly.

Kit huffed. “I want a refund.”

“Me bloody too.”

The older boy flopped across Alistair’s lap. “How long is it going to be like this?”

Alistair messed with his hair. “Dunno. Depends on us, really. Apparently.”

“Pity it’s not something I can outsource to a servant.”

“Don’t give it to those poor bleeders. Half of them probably have it anyway.”

“You think so?” Kit asked.

“One in three people have some sort of mental health thing these days,” Alistair said.

“Really?” Kit seemed shocked.

“Yep. It’s a lot, right? Isn’t that fucked up? That the world does that to so many people?”

“It’s certainly troubling.” Kit sighed. He was twisting his ring on his finger, his face furrowed with thought.

“I’m going to draw something for her,” Alistair said decidedly, going to grab his big posh sketchbook he used for commissions.

“We’re not going today, Al.”

“I know, but I want it to be perfect. I want to start it now so I can make sure.”

“Oh. Okay.” There was a long moment of silence before Kit spoke again. “Can I hold Oliver?”

Alistair looked up, shocked. “Yeah, of course. You want to? You’ve never usually liked animals.”

“I know. I don’t know why, I just… I want to.” Kit shrugged.

Alistair nodded, crawling over. “Sure. Do you know how to pick him up, or should I give him to you?”

“Can you hand him to me? I don’t want to upset him…” Kit fussed.

Alistair nodded. Oliver was curled up in a nest of hamster bedding, lifting his little twitchy nose when Alistair reached in. “Hey, Ollie. My cousin wants to hold you,” Alistair whispered, carefully scooping Oliver into his hands.

Kit waited patiently, his own hands cupped to receive the hamster. Alistair lowered Oliver into Kit’s palms. The little hamster sat complacently, sniffing at Kit’s wrists. He tried a tiny chew of the rose ring, but gave up once he established it didn’t taste great. Kit moved his hands close to his chest, gently stroking Oliver’s head with his thumb. Oliver settled happily with the regular strokes, resting with his tiny feet gripping Kit’s finger.

Kit smiled, sitting back on the couch with the hamster in his hands. He seemed quite delighted with himself. Alistair grinned at the pair of them. “I can’t believe you’re sat there with an animal in your hand! You used to shriek the place down when I caught lizards at the island.”

“Lizards are vile. Oliver is soft and friendly.”

“Lizards are sweet. But Oliver’s fur is super soft. I like rubbing my cheek on it, but I can’t do it anymore. I don’t think he likes it,” Alistair said. “He started squeaking really bad.”

“Did you rub the wrong way?” Kit asked.

“Maybe. It’s like he knows us, you know? He sits quietly for you, but he climbs all over me.”

“He does?” Kit hadn’t noticed. He was usually busy reading or napping when Alistair played with Oliver.

“Yep. He goes all up my arm and across my shoulders,” Alistair said, grinning.

“That’s sweet.” Kit smiled. “Do you want to hold him?”

“If you’ve got your fix?” Alistair said, grinning.

Kit paused. He actually found the little warm ball of fur in his hands quite comforting. “Maybe you just pet him for now.”

Alistair laughed. “That’s okay, he seems comfortable with you.” Oliver certainly was, his ink drop eyes closed, his little chin resting on Kit’s finger. Kit smiled, his thumb still rubbing rhythmically down Oliver’s soft back.

“Al? Can you take a picture of us?”

“Oh my god,” Alistair laughed. “Yeah.”

Kit’s cheeks went red. “You take pictures with your animals all the time.”

“I know, it’s just funny. To see you loving animals for once,” Alistair said, grabbing his phone. “Okay, smile.”

Kit nodded, holding Alistair close and smiling for the camera. Alistair pulled a face, but it was one of those faces where he hoped he still looked cute doing it. There was no point going for “hot” when he was next to Kit. “Cute” would have to do.

“Can’t you ever take a picture looking sane?”

“Do you think I am sane?”

“I can dream.” Kit grinned.

“Look, what do you think of the photo?” Alistair said, showing him the phone. Kit smiled.

“I like it.”

“Yeah, it’s good. God, you don’t take a bad picture…”

“It’s called making yourself presentable.” Kit teased.

“Oh ha ha. Do you want me to send it to you?” Alistair asked.

“Yes please.” Kit nodded. Alistair did as he was told, using one finger to stroke Oliver’s head himself. Kit smiled. He wasn’t really sure why he liked the little hamster so much, but he couldn’t help being pleased by the tiny, warm presence in his hand. Oliver was perfectly content there; Kit’s hands were warm and soft and gentle. He curled in a ball as naturally as he did in his own bed in the cage. “Al… I think he likes me.”

“He really does. He’s comfortable with you.”

Kit smiled. “Good. I wasn’t sure he would like me.”

“You’re surprisingly good with him.”

“It’s strange, but I like it.” Kit declared.

“Well, good. You can hold him whenever you like.”

“Is it okay to take him out?” Kit asked.

“What, outside?”

“Out of his cage. If you’re not here.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Kit nodded. “Thank you.” He still wanted to hold Oliver, but he was feeling bad about keeping the hamster all to himself.

Alistair grinned at his face. “You can keep hold of him.”

“I didn’t… I wasn’t going to…” Kit just gave up, happy to continue petting Oliver with his thumb. Oliver looked up, briefly sniffing at Kit’s thumb, his little twitchy nose tickling. Kit giggled. “Hello.”

“I feel like I should have a love song in the background,” Alistair said, grinning.

“Shut up!” Kit whined.

“It’s just funny!”

“He’s mocking us.” Kit said to Oliver. The little hamster gave the tip of Kit’s thumb a soft nibble. Kit pet his nose. “You don’t mock me, do you?”

Oliver settled back against Kit’s fingers, very happy. Alistair rolled his eyes fondly. Kit cozied up on the couch, hamster in hand. “I’m glad I bought you.”

“Kit, how about you just make sweet love to him like you clearly want to.”

“Not my fault he’s better company than you.”

“I hope you don’t want to make sweet love to me.”

Kit gagged, only half-jokingly. “Lord, no.”

“Oh, thanks! I mean, obviously I don’t want you to be into incest, but do I warrant such a vehement reaction?” Alistair cried.

“It’s the way you said it. The idea of having to talk dirty to you in the process is just… eugh.”

“You wouldn’t. When I have sex, me and Jules don’t dirty talk. I think if Jules tried to do that I’d laugh so much we’d have to stop.”

Now Kit snickered. “I can’t imagine Julie dirty-talking.”

“Jesus, the image…” Alistair snorted.

“Julie!” Kit called. “Julie, come here!”

Julius came into the room, looking worried. “What is it? What do you need?”

“If you had to dirty-talk, how would you go about doing so?” Kit asked.

“If I had to…? This is what you wanted?”

“Yes.” Kit nodded.

“Um...okay. Is that like...calling him a bad boy and stuff?” Julius asked uncertainly.

Kit was already snickering. “Sort of.”

“Jules, please…” Alistair groaned. “Don’t. I can already see this isn’t going to work.”

“You could give him an example to get him started.” Kit grinned.

“I don’t dirty talk! He doesn’t respond to that. You’re always trying to dictate our sex! You’ll be in there with a clipboard soon like a driving test examiner.”

Now Kit properly cackled, stroking Oliver like a villain with a cat. “I mean… I could probably give you some pointers. But I wouldn’t show up uninvited.”

“Because it totally doesn’t kill the mood, having my cousin there to tell me what to do,” Alistair said, laughing too. “That’s just dogging!”

Kit couldn’t keep up the joke any longer, busy trying to keep Oliver steady while he guffawed. Oliver was evidently pretty confused, trying to crawl up onto Kit’s wrist. Julius just rolled his eyes at them both, going back to the kitchen. He had cupcakes to ice. Kit squealed when Oliver tickled his arm. “Al! What do I do?”

“Just pick him up gently and get him back in your hands. Make your hand a bowl shape, don’t squeeze him. Just scoop him up,” Alistair said, demonstrating the action, holding his hand like a claw machine arm.

“Oh… okay.” Kit plucked Oliver gently off his arm and cupped him back against his chest. “Hello, friend.”

Oliver settled back down, burrowing for a moment right down in Kit’s cupped hands until his little furry butt was in the air, then coming back up with very disheveled fur on his nose and head. Kit giggled. “I like you.”

“Be careful, Oliver. You’ll get shoved up his arse,” Alistair muttered.

Kit rolled his eyes. “You know no one’s ever actually done that, right?”

“I bet they have. People have shoved everything imaginable up their arse and/or vaginas. If it fits, it’s been up there,” Alistair said, grinning.

Kit just sighed and shook his head. Alistair pulled a face. “What? People are gross.”

“You’re gross.”

“Yeah yeah. You’ve been telling me that since I was a foetus.”

“Well, back then, the grossness was just proximity to your mother.” Kit grinned.

Alistair laughed hard. “True.”

Kit smiled, finally holding out Oliver in his hands. “You can have him now.”

“Have you had your hamster fix?”

“For now.”

Alistair grinned, taking Oliver back. He immediately became more active, running up Alistair’s arm and perching on his shoulder.

“It's really odd how he only runs for you…” Kit mused.

“He knows you just need gentle support.”

“But how does he know? He's a hamster.”

“Who says animals don’t think as deeply as we do?” Alistair argued.

“Scientists. Who have studied their brains.” Kit replied flatly.

“They don’t know everything.”

Kit groaned so hard, he thought he might've pulled a sarcasm muscle. “I can't talk to you.”

“Well, they don’t! I’ve always felt like I was more understood by animals.”

“That would be a measure of empathy, not intelligence. You can be stupid and still empathetic.” Kit argued.

“People aren’t. Look at Trump.”

Kit groaned. “I didn't say all stupid people are empathetic. I said you don't have to be intelligent to be empathetic.”

“Animals are intelligent. Let’s see you find a buried skier in an avalanche,” Alistair said.

Kit sighed, pressing his fingertips to his eyes. “I really don’t know why I talk to you.”

“If I piss you off so much you end the argument, I’m counting that as a win.”

“The only way you ever win our arguments.” Kit mumbled.

“True,” Alistair agreed. “But I’ve won a lot that way.”

“Yes, congratulations.” Kit rolled his eyes.

[amicicidalgambler]

> Acquire random dokis.

afflatedcazadora

god one highblood lifespan s33ms too much how do yall DEAL

amicicidalgambler

I wouldn't know, I'm not dealing.

A lot of it seems to 8e violence or art, though.Or 8oth.

afflatedcazadora

......much more relatable than im comfortable with LOL

amicicidalgambler

You're not anywhere near as 8ad as what I'm talking a8out.

I have no idea how high8loods on your planet survive, though.

afflatedcazadora

i dunno :OO by being snooty????

eridans younger than me so he cant say

amicicidalgambler

All high8loods are snooty. 8y my account all of yours should 8e 8atshit insane.

afflatedcazadora

i mean he has aggressive tendencies but thats what im here for???

so he can get em out with someone who agr33s to it :00

amicicidalgambler

I killed most of my kismesises so I guess that says something a8out my "aggressive tendencies."

afflatedcazadora

fkgdfkjh vriska n o

amicicidalgambler

Vriska yes.

afflatedcazadora

no!!!!!

amicicidalgambler

It was fuuuuuuuun.

afflatedcazadora

listen you know im ok with casual murder but if you kill your kismesis theres a pawblem with the relationship!!!

amicicidalgambler

Well there isn't a paw8lem anymore if they're dead.

afflatedcazadora

vris k a

amicicidalgambler

And some of them were self defense.

afflatedcazadora

thats diffurent!!

amicicidalgambler

And one of them I'm going to argue was very romantic.

Two of them, actually.

afflatedcazadora

how so????

amicicidalgambler

I mean one of them was killed during a dinner d8.

afflatedcazadora

by you though?????

amicicidalgambler

Yeah.

Got in a fight over her trying to 8etray me.

afflatedcazadora

yikes :((

amicicidalgambler

No, stop that.It was fun.

afflatedcazadora

thats not a healthy pitch date vriska

amicicidalgambler

It doesn't need to 8e healthy to 8e a good one.

afflatedcazadora

...no it really does

amicicidalgambler

Aw come on.

It was *fun*.

afflatedcazadora

its not good!!!

amicicidalgambler

And?

afflatedcazadora

i dont know!! XOO its not my pawsition to tell you what to do about it but im clawncerned!!

amicicidalgambler

Why are you clawncerned?

afflatedcazadora

its not a good pattern to get into

amicicidalgambler

Well that ship has already sailed.

afflatedcazadora

X((

amicicidalgambler

Look, I have two quadm8s right now that I've kept alive for almost half a sweep, that's the 8est I've done since I was six sweeps.

afflatedcazadora

and thats great!!!! just

k33p it that way please??

amicicidalgambler

I definitely won't kill Nadaya, and I don't even know how Mak's mortality works.

As much as he'd pro8a8ly like that to 8e his way of going out when the time comes.

afflatedcazadora

oh my god

amicicidalgambler

He's a clown. Intim8 ritual style murder sounds like something he'd appreci8.

afflatedcazadora

hhhhhh i guess

amicicidalgambler

> That is not something you need to daydream about while talking to Nepeta, stop that.

Alright alright, I'll stop.8ut still, my track record is improving a little.

afflatedcazadora

>V RI S KA

yeah it is!!

amicicidalgambler

If I get a moirail on top of this though that means it's the end of the world.

afflatedcazadora

i dunno getting you one might be good fur you :PP

amicicidalgambler

I haven't had one since I was six sweeps.

afflatedcazadora

and thats ok!!

just sometimes stabby people benefit from someone there to help :pp

amicicidalgambler

I think I've only 8een interested in one person since. And so I've heard.

afflatedcazadora

ooh ooh who is it

amicicidalgambler

::::P

Old flarp partner.

afflatedcazadora

oooooooh?? :33c

amicicidalgambler

She was a purple8lood, part of the church. She thought it was important to the gods to give help and violence in equal measure or whatever, 8ut she was only good at the second one. Since I was one of her main partners while we were part of the same guild, I got a lot of her attempts at the first.

afflatedcazadora

ohhhh boy

amicicidalgambler

She wanted to fuss over people she just didn't know how.

afflatedcazadora

i mean its kind of sw33t but at the same time im not sure another violent purrson would be the best pale match fur you :pp

amicicidalgambler

I don't get along with non-violent people.

afflatedcazadora

wonder why :PP

amicicidalgambler

There aren't even that many of them in the first place.

afflatedcazadora

there are plenty!!

amicicidalgambler

Name three that aren't a Zahhak or a Vantas.

afflatedcazadora

felides mom!!!

um

fuck

amicicidalgambler

Exactly.

afflatedcazadora

listen just beclaws i dont know them doesnt mean theyre not there

amicicidalgambler

That's not who I'd want as a moirail, though.

afflatedcazadora

i guess...

amicicidalgambler

It doesn't even sound that appealing in the first place.

I already get more than enough attention.

afflatedcazadora

yeah?? :33c

amicicidalgambler

Yeah ::::P

afflatedcazadora

shaaaaaare

amicicidalgambler

Share whaaaaaaaat.

afflatedcazadora

who is it

amicicidalgambler

Who's what.

afflatedcazadora

i thought you meant you were getting pale attention and im here fur the gossip!!!!

amicicidalgambler

No, I meant I get more than enough attention from my quadm8s.

afflatedcazadora

oh!!

amicicidalgambler

A moirail as affection8 as Nadaya would 8e way too much, and I don't think one that 8arely sees me is what you had in mind.

afflatedcazadora

mm...

i thought you werent into all the romantic shit tho

:33c

amicicidalgambler

Put that paw 8ack down.

What do you mean?

afflatedcazadora

:33c no

you said he was really affectionate and its supurr adorable

amicicidalgambler

Listen.

afflatedcazadora

oh im all ears

amicicidalgambler

First of all Nadaya is affection8 with almost anyone.

Second of all

afflatedcazadora

second??? :33c

amicicidalgambler

God.

It's so much more than that.

afflatedcazadora

uh huh??

amicicidalgambler

It's also stupid though. You wouldn't want to hear it.

afflatedcazadora

i 33333333% want to hear it

amicicidalgambler

Fiiiiiiiine.

afflatedcazadora

i counted 8 3s fur you and efurrything

amicicidalgambler

Fine!

I just

Eugh

I don't think I've loved anyone else.

Only him.

afflatedcazadora

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my godthats so cute kJSHfdjhhr

im gonna cry

amicicidalgambler

It's so *much* though.

afflatedcazadora

thats what being in love is all about!!!!! X33

amicicidalgambler

It wasn't even pleasant at first.

afflatedcazadora

ofurwhelming?

amicicidalgambler

Yeah.

Almost painful.

afflatedcazadora

yeahhhh

amicicidalgambler

I'm literally not made for this.

afflatedcazadora

youll be ok!!!

amicicidalgambler

It makes everything too complic8ed.

afflatedcazadora

how come???

amicicidalgambler

Do you really want to hear?

afflatedcazadora

mmhmm!!

amicicidalgambler

> This is...starting to feel slightly gay to you.

I mean. I don't know. I know I love Nadaya and it's not like what I've felt towards anyone else I've had in a quadrant, 8ut I don't know what those feelings are.

afflatedcazadora

you mean youre flipping on him or you dont know what you felt fur anyone else??

amicicidalgambler

The second one.

I don't think of them as not quadm8s 8ut I don't think it's love either.

afflatedcazadora

hmm

that is a tricky one

amicicidalgambler

Or at least that's what I usually think.

afflatedcazadora

i mean if efurryones ok with it then it should be ok

amicicidalgambler

Yeah. 8ut it 8others me.

May8e I'm over thinking it and it is love and Karkat's powers couldn't see everything.

afflatedcazadora

what pawers???

amicicidalgambler

Godtier powers. He can see rel8ionships 8etween people as strings.

I let him use me to practice changing them and he said anything romantic didn't look normal.

afflatedcazadora

thats so fucking cool im like incredibly jealous

but idk you could be right he might not know efurrything!

amicicidalgambler

It's all stupid.

afflatedcazadora

its not!!

amicicidalgambler

It is!!!!!!!!

I can't even decide if I agree with him or not.

afflatedcazadora

its not stupid its your life!!!

afflatedcazadora

and you can take your time, he doesnt get to define anything fur you >:00

amicicidalgambler

My life is generally stupid!

afflatedcazadora

it is NOT

amicicidalgambler

It is!!!!!!!!

afflatedcazadora

>:OO

amicicidalgambler

>::::o

afflatedcazadora

its furry impurrtant!!!

amicicidalgambler

What's furry impurrtant!

afflatedcazadora

your life!!!!!

amicicidalgambler

Well DUH 8ut it's also stupid!

afflatedcazadora

nuh uh!!!!!!

amicicidalgambler

Something can 8e important AND stupid!!!!!!!!

afflatedcazadora

maybe but not this!!!!

amicicidalgambler

It's DUM8 I'm a MUTANT without FEELINGS.

Mutants usually have the feelings department more than covered.

afflatedcazadora

im sorry X(( do you want me to go get nadaya??

amicicidalgambler

No I'm just ram8ling.

Sorry.

I'm not actually upset.

afflatedcazadora

you sure?

amicicidalgambler

Yeah.

I'm not good at self depric8ing jokes. Or honesty.

8ut I'm not upset.

afflatedcazadora

you are good at them this one was just a rare miss XPP

amicicidalgambler

::::P

8ut really, if anything I feel 8etter.

afflatedcazadora

:DD !!

amicicidalgambler

I haven't exactly gotten to talk a8out that.

afflatedcazadora

!

im honored :OO

amicicidalgambler

Pfht8thf8thfhth8.

[s3venpounds]

1-70

For real? I mean I don’t mind but I’m starting to feel like no one actually reads these lol

1. You just opened up a web browser. What is the first site you visit?

Tumblr usually

2. You just walked into a bookstore. What section do you go to first?

Teen section. Their books are short and sweet and the romance books i find in the general romance section are huge and just have huge bulging men. I just wanna read about dumb teenagers doing dumb things but also accidentally being poetic as all hell sometimes dumb jokes are a plus as well.( plus I don’t have enough patience for long books haha)

3. You are hanging with your closest friends. What are you most likely doing? On my phone. Still part of the conversation just replying out loud with no eye contact unless its a really funny story or topic

4. You just turned your car on. What station is the radio tuned to?Don’t got a car but I’d love to just go for the general top songs in my city. I usually listen to really old songs so listening to whats popular takes me by surprise nowadays

5. You have just woken up for the morning. What is the first things you do? Check my phone if someone messaged me during the night or my calendar app if theres anything I have planned today

6. Complete this phrase: You cannot buy happiness, but you can buy____. BBQ Pulled Pork or Adobong Lechon Kawali

7. What would you do if you woke up as the opposite gender? See if I’m attractive to my standards? Probably go hang out with friends BUT tell them all me and my cousin are coming to chill with BUT i cancel last minute so my cousin is still coming to meet them. Commence pranks

8. Are you more likely to cook for yourself or buy food from a restaurant? Buy food from a restaurant. Although I’d love to try a bunch of recipes from youtube vids

9. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would you rather lose? I would say smell? although given how taste works I’d lose about 70% of taste if i lose smell right? but i still wanna taste food so yeah smell.

10. If you could relive any one year of your life, how old would you be? 17 that or 13 would be neato

11. Would you take a bullet for anyone you know? yes

12. Would you rather be rich and dumb or poor and extremely intelligent? rich and dumb. Ignorance is bliss I say. 

13. What TV character do you most relate to? I don’t know any TV characters that I can relate to but I do know some Disney movie characters I relate to? Jim from Treasure planet is the biggest one

14. You just walked into a supermarket. What section do you first go to? Frozen section or snack aisle ice cream and junk food mmmm

15. Is sex before marriage wrong? nope. I feel like marriage comes after you’ve accepted them for EVERY aspect. then again it depends on how you view sex. If its sacred to you more power to ya, if its just whatever it feels good hey i agree. its wrong if only 1 person agrees to have it. 

16. You just won the lottery. What is the first thing you do with your winnings?keep 25% in a secure place. a portion goes to a bunch of charities and streamers of my choice. a portion goes to whatever i wanna spend it on. a portion goes to pay off whatever friend’s college debts i can. a portion goes to a way i can keep a stable income i can live off of. and a portion goes to my family I guess.

17. If your best friend admitted that they have a crush on you, how would you react? I don’t feel the same.

18. Will the USA ever have a female president? I fuckin’ hope so. Maybe not hilary clinton. maybe. I don’t know enough about politics to make an informed opinion

19. You are carpooling with your friends. Are you more likely to be the driver or a passenger? Passenger, I space out too much

20. How short is too short for skirts and dresses? Nothing is too short i guess. let people wear what they want. its the people looking at fault for objectifying or whatever

21. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, without any consequences, what food would you choose? Potatoes sounds neato. that or sandwiches cuz i can customize it as much as i like. potatoes sounds like a def good idea tho

22. It’s Saturday night. What are you most likely doing? playing overwatch with friends

23. You go on a blind date. Your date is extremely beautiful and physically captivating, but you hate their personality. Would you want a second date? depends on what part of their personality I hate. Are they shallow ? Are they hate filled or closed minded? if they simply just disagree with things like pineapples vs no pineapples on pizza then thats fine, take the good with the bad. if its the closed minded stuff then no I wouldn’t want a second date. Be as pretty as you like, if I can’t stand you then theres no use.

24. How strict should gun laws be? Pretty fucking strict? what, we were in like not even a month of 2018 and we get another school shooting? are you fucking serious? like look at every other country out there, majority of them had 1 school shooting and said “ ok lets maybe be stricter on gun laws” boom. public shootings basically disappeared. WE NEED STRICTER GUN LAWS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

25. Would you rather be the worst player on the best team or the best player on the worst team? Worst player on the best team. Because I’m bound to improve and I would never be playing alone. I AM on a team after all.

26. How well do you work with others? Dunno. I would say I’m ok but not a savant by any means. It’s been a while since I’ve had to work with someone back to back

27. You have the ability to cure only one fatal disease and eradicate it forever. What disease do you choose? Cancer most likely Whatever is most common, uncurable, and hardest to research

28. If you could go back to college and choose a different degree to study, would you? I mean maybe? I’ve seen so many of my friends look half dead and be a husk of their former selves just to graduate and thats not a hell i would willingly put myself through. But I suppose if I’m guaranteed a job right off the bat I would.

29. Where do you see yourself ten years from now? Dead? or homeless I guess.

30. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Pro choice. If it aint yours you aint got no say over it. 

31. Would you attend a same sex wedding if invited?  Hell yeah, weddings a wedding. weddings mean new people and food. Especially food. oh and friends

32. So far, what has been the greatest day of your life? K Days with C and friends

33. Has anyone you know ever been arrested? Yes

34. If it could be one season year-round, what season do would you want it to be? Fall. Cold enough to use my other 60% of my wardrobe but still warm enough I can go out with shorts and a shirt and be fine

35. What is your biggest regret in life? thats a loaded question my dood. Letting my social life be such a huge focus at such a critical time

36. If you could bring one celebrity back from the dead, who would it be? Freddie Mercury? That or Elvis

37. What offends you the most? People that try to make my decisions for me thinking they have my best interests at heart.

38. Would you rather have an ugly hairstyle or be bald? ugly hairstyle eugh. I can’t do bald. I’d rather be ugly as fuck.

39. At what age did you have your first alcoholic beverage? 16 i think?

40. What do you think happens to us when we die? We’re trapped in our dead bodies until we fully rot then we wander the world as nothing but whispers and chills down people’s necks.

41. What do you think is the best way to quit smoking? I heard a hot sauna can help get rid of the tobacco in your system that makes you crave

42. If you could take home any one animal from the zoo, which animal would you choose? a Puma would be neat

43. We’re humans created or did we evolve from earlier species? I wanna say our biological predecessors were created with our evolution in mind but its not the end we may evolve further.

44. What scares you the most? Death or at least the thought of the aftermath

45. What personality trait turns you off the most? People who think theyre right and everyone else is wrong and refuse to consider new perspectives.

46. You got offered a job to do something you hate, but the pay will make you rich. Do you take it? I’d take it. maybe not for the rest of my life but at least for a while

47. If today you only had what you were thankful for yesterday, how much would you have? nothing to be honest.

48. How often do you get mad or upset at yourself? pretty often

49. If you could choose one celebrity to be your parent, who would you choose? Will Smith or Jackie Chan

50. If you could only listen to one musical artist for the rest of you life, who would you be listening to? Jon Bellion or Aj Rafael

51. Have you ever used you cell phone while driving? nope

52. Had anyone you were close to die way too young? Yup 11 KF SSAC

53. Is world peace possible? Yeah its just humanity isn’t ready for it.

54. You go on a blind date. You date is extremely ugly and physically appalling, but you are madly in love with their personality. Would you want a second date? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Most likely a second date but if youre saying this person is absolutely revolting to me then maybe not a date so much as just to hang out.

55. How did you discover that Santa Claus isn’t real? I didn’t I knew off the bat. Every time my parents would say “ its from santa” as I was with them as they bought my present. My parents don’t do subtle.

56. Do you believe in God, or some form of higher deity? I believe in some omnipotent figure HOWEVER I don’t let it dictate my life. I do believe there is something out there.I mean it can’t be coincidence that literally as soon as humanity could think they all believed in some form of god. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Korean, Indian, Native, Hawaiian etc.

57. If you could save someone you deeply cared about, but it meant breaking a law, would you do it? Hell yes. Jail time is temporary, A life is permanent.

58. What is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for money? Yknow I never done something like this yet I always wanted to

59. If you were to make a YouTube video about what you know most about, what would the subject be? Injustices or poetry about rain

60. What do you think is your greatest personality flaw? Also a loaded question. Theres a lot haha. I would sayyyyyyyyy how hypocritical I am.

61. If your friends spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, would you still want them as friend? nah

62. Have you ever “woke up like this”? Do you mean the song or something else. If its the song then no. 

63. You got offered a job to do something you love, but the pay is one of the worst out there. Do you take it? Hell yeah man, part time jobs exists, other ways to make money exist. If I love it then money is a small price to pay to be happy for the rest of my life.

64. What do you think is your best physical feature? I’ve been told my hair is nice and my eye brows?

65. What do you think is your worst physical feature. the way my face looks when i smile

66. Do you know anyone who has committed suicide? no.

67. What is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for someone you don’t know? I talked to a stranger who was new to the city about all the places to have fun. Malls, tourists sights, events, small cafes and restaurants and activites.

68. Have you ever had a night’s dream come true? Oh god no. My dreams are all crazy as fuck the MOST TAME one was where i was in a shopping bazaar in Philippines and i got shot 5 times in the bathroom  by someone who went on a rampage. and thats the most tame

69. How would you reject a date offer from someone you didn’t like? I’m gonna pass on that. - is what I would say.

70. Which do you think is worse: Failure, or never trying at all? Never trying at all.