animus_network

Entry tags:

[Text]

hey uh.
ii thiink ii'm gettiing 2iick or 2omethiing.
they called me down two the iinfiirmary and diid 2omethiing wiith my collar, but now ii feel liike 2hiit.
probably not a good iidea two 2ee me for a biit.
ju2t two warn you.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

[Sollux notices the shake of Psiioniic's hand, and his stomach drops. That could have been him, in a different universe. Two different universes, really.

Maybe he should dial back the athhhole a bit.]

Yeah okay thure whatever... I never really liked the thlave trade all that much. The theadwellerth are the biggetht dickth around, but... No one really detherveth all that, right?

[Just take a deep breath, Ψ. And another. Yeah, he can get through this. Though his voice is pretty soft and small when he speaks.]

No. Nobody doeth. Not ever. There ith nothing anyone could ever do that would in any way juthtify it.

[Wow, it worked.]

Right, yeah. Tho letth all be friendth.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Text]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]