Thanks. I talked to enough shrinks when we were kids. And counselors. And people who believed they knew best. That I could color my way through it, or visit a rage room, or journal. People tried.
( Kind of. They made some effort. )
Kieran's always balanced me. Been forever since I let anyone else try to hold their side up. I don't - lean well.
[Especially when he's likely the one used to being leaned on. With his mom gone, he likely probably had to take up the caretaker role for his father until he passed, and now Kieran is sick too.]
But I'm here if you want to try. Just let me know.
( Julian follows, expecting "Mickey," and that's going to be weird for a while, so once he learns Crash will find another pretty boy, well, he'll stop having a complex about that. She's still in Mickey's clothing, but her features are more delicate. She's shorter in her favorite form. Nobody remembers their original form. Maybe they never had one.
She's sat on the edge of the desk, legs dangling. Her clothing is oversized and she's going to insist on rectifying this first thing tomorrow morning. She knows there will be things and promises and protocols and probably ultimatums. But, it beats being dead.
She looks up from her phone. Yeah, Julian, this is Vita. )
Just need to do one more thing.
( She powers down the phone in her hand, grabs a heavy paperweight and smashes it. (i rolled for shits and giggles, nat 20 smashes it well and good.) she hops off the desk. )
Now I'm ready.
( And, infuriatingly, when they get back to the car. She calls shotgun like the little sister she is. Unless she has a chauffeur, she prefers the front. )
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( Kind of. They made some effort. )
Kieran's always balanced me. Been forever since I let anyone else try to hold their side up. I don't - lean well.
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[Especially when he's likely the one used to being leaned on. With his mom gone, he likely probably had to take up the caretaker role for his father until he passed, and now Kieran is sick too.]
But I'm here if you want to try. Just let me know.
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( He'll really try and curb it. )
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[They will keep that in mind. And with that, they will gather their things and head back out to where their sister is waiting.]
Ready to hit the road, V?
i don't know what that grammar or spelling was, also 🎀
She's sat on the edge of the desk, legs dangling. Her clothing is oversized and she's going to insist on rectifying this first thing tomorrow morning. She knows there will be things and promises and protocols and probably ultimatums. But, it beats being dead.
She looks up from her phone. Yeah, Julian, this is Vita. )
Just need to do one more thing.
( She powers down the phone in her hand, grabs a heavy paperweight and smashes it. (i rolled for shits and giggles, nat 20 smashes it well and good.) she hops off the desk. )
Now I'm ready.
( And, infuriatingly, when they get back to the car. She calls shotgun like the little sister she is. Unless she has a chauffeur, she prefers the front. )