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maybe.
are you 2ure you can contaiin my power2, though?

ii'm sure ii'm the only person iin the tower wiith a reasonable chance of iit.
you're powerful, but ii'm stiill older and ii've had a LOT more practiice than you.

yeah ii know, but.
okay, ii gue22 ii don't have a ratiional objectiion.
ii ju2t don't want thiing2 two go wrong.
ii can ju2t hole up untiil iit goe2 away, you know.

and you don't have iinocent blockmates who miight get caught up iif somethiing does go wrong?
ii can at least sheiild them, for sure.
let me help you, sollux.

iif nothiing else, ii ought to be able to keep you company wiithout gettiing on your nerves by actiively buggiing you to interact all the tiime.
at least, iif that gets on your nerves the way iit does miine when people try to drag me out of a 'mood'.

well, ii'm not iin my block.
ii'm on the meadow level becau2e ii can't really hurt anyone here.
but...okay, iif you iin2ii2t.
ii gue22 you get iit.

let's hope iit doesn't go on long enough for you to need to go back to your block, then.

ii'll be there soon.

[Sollux is pretty easy to find, sprawled out on the grass, nowhere near anything taller than a shrub, with his arm flung over his eyes and a scowl on his face]

[Ψiioniic makes his way over to his Descendant and drops down next to him. Far enough not to crowd his space, close enough to show solidarity.

Or '2oliidariity' as the case may be.]

How whacked out are they being?

It hath good momentth and bad oneth. [He peeks as he senses Psiioniic approaching, but at the sight, he quickly covers his eyes again] It helpth if I don't really look very hard at anything.

Don't look at anything, then. I'll be your eyeth. [He might sort of be skirting dangerously into moirail territory here, but he figures there needs to be a fifth classification just for the bond between Ancestor and Descendant. It's just that nobody ever needed one, before they all came to this tower, because the whole point of an Ancestor was sort of that they were already dead long before the Descendant came along.]

...Thankth. [He feels awkward. He turned Terezi away, for her own safety, but he does rather feel like he needs a moirail. He shifts a little closer, chewing on his lower lip]

If you get bored you can leave if you want...

Right, because I'm not totally capable of entertaining mythelf writing beenary code in my head for hourth at a time. [He reaches out to place a hand on Sollux's head, watching for any sign that the touch isn't welcome. He pushes gently on that spot just at the base of his think pan that sometimes helps when he gets a migraine. If Sollux hasn't got one now, he'll eat his pillow.]

Hnnnnnngh....

[He croons at the push. How did he-- oh. Of course he knew just where to push]

I'm jutht thaying.

Well, you've thaid it. And tried everything else to convince me not to come. Tho now you can just relax and let me help.

[That sounded like his touch was effective, at least. Ψ keeps kneading the spot, pressing a little deeper each time, watching carefully for the little wince that will tell him he's gone too hard.]

It'th funny, isn't it? That we can be tho similar, and yet tho different.

[Sollux grumbled a little, then rolled over and put his head on Psiioniic's lap. Just to make it easier for him, that's all.

He wanted his moirail.]

What'th different?

[The change in position made it easier for Ψ to dig his fingers into all the right spots. Signless did this for him, sometimes, and it always felt amazing.

He'd be willing to bet that Sollux's moirail did the same, and Sollux was missing them right now. But too afraid to bring them close when his powers were going sideways. Poor little wiggler.]

Our perthonalities. And maybe - probably - a lot of that ith just from different experienceth. I might have been like you, onthe. I don't remember anymore. But I hope you don't become like me.

I don't think you're tho horrible, ekthept you're a doormat when it cometh to highbloodth. [Blunt, that is Sollux. He is contentedly blunt, though, all but purring as Psiioniic massages away the pain] You rebelled againtht them, and that'th cool.

Yeah, the doormat part ith the part I hope you don't end up emulating. I'm... I'm glad you don't think I'm horrible, though. [He's kind of shyly pleased by that. Sollux's opinion of him actually means quite a bit to him. Who better to judge him? Who else could possibly understand the things he deals with every day?]

A doormat ith definitely the latht thing I want to be. [He sighs] I hope you don't find me obnoxiouth.

[Sup guys. Here's a cockblock stumbling in looking really weighed down by life, the universe, and everything.]

You're only obnoxiouth becauthe you took the one comfortable thing to lay on.

[Whoa little surprised to see a second Sollux stumbling in. He assumes it's a Sollux and not another him, even though they're basically identical. It's the attitude that gives it away. This one is older than the Sollux in his lap, but not as old as Ψ is.

He certainly recognizes that weighed down look, though, and unknown quantity or not, Ψiioniic can't help but feel some pity for the asshole.]

We're all obnoxiouth, it's our natures. And my lap ith big enough for two. [He lifts one hand and crooks the fingers invitingly.]

[Oh yeah, he invited this douchebag, didn't he? Why did he do that?] And you're obnoxiouth becauthe you thmell like nookthlime. [He snuggles in a bit, eyes still closed.] Thollukth, meet our anthethtor, Pthiioniic. And vithe vertha. Pthii, thith one thinkth he'th a highblood, but don't worry about it. He'th thtill jutht ath much of a lother ath we are.

Fuck off I'm not a lother, you're jutht pithhed because I'm the only one of uth who ithn't a lother. [But he's just going to lay himself down on the bigger loser's lap. Because as much as he hates to admit it, he's fucking exhausted and wants some comfort and he's not about to go to anyone else for that.]

Nithe to meet you Pthii. [Yup, he's totally stealing the other Sollux's nickname for the guy. What an ass.] Tho far, all the anthethtorth I've met have been athhholes, tho it'th a pleathure.

[Ψiioniic went more than a little stiff at the word 'highblood'. He can't quite seem to figure out where to put his gaze - whether to stare at the idea of a 'highblood yellow', or drop his gaze to the floor as he did with every other highblood. This guy certainly has every bit of the arrogant attitude that he associates with his masters.

When the other Sollux just flops down onto his lap, he swallows hard and decided to just go with it. His hand might be a little more tentative as he slides it into the newcomer's hair to press against the migraine relieving spot, though. Okay, a lot more tentative. Maybe even shaking a little.]

I'll... do my betht not to be an athhole, then. [Whoops yeah barely managed to bite off the reflexive 'highblood' he nearly stuck on the end of the sentence. This is going to give HIM a migraine, real fast.]

No, you are a lother. You're jutht too thtupid to realithe it. [Sollux lifts his own hand and pats the other Sollux on the shoulder] Not to mention that you're an athhhole. Pthii ithn't an athhhole. He'th an actual former thlave, tho be nithe.

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