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[arollingstone]

WASSSSUPPPPPPPP!!!

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is that towards the field guide or the story

[polariity]

[Psii just laughed back, lips pulled back in a shit-eating fangy grin.]

What? I wath! I hated him a lot.

[There was a pause, and he found one of his hands rubbing softly at the side of his neck.]

But- y'know. I wath in a bad place. Everything could gargle on kniveth and nothing wath good. I wath alwayth fighting, alwayth trying to not die, and it wath at the point that I hardly knew why. Why wath my life any better than anyone elthe's?

Then you have thith tiny talkative prick come up and thtart going on and on about a better future and trollth getting along... It wath thuch an optimithtic ramble, it grated. I couldn't help hating him.

Every other troll attending that dumb meeting walked away at leatht partially convinced, but me, becauthe of courthe I'm a humongouth prick, I went right after him and got into an argument trying to tear hith whole idea to pieceth. At the end of it, I thtormed off and thwore that I would never come to one of hith dumb thuicidal peace talkth again. [A snort.] Tho of courthe I came the next night.

...He never really held it againtht me, the whole douthebaggery I got up to in the beginning. He alwayth wath happy to thee me, actually. Like, from the thecond we locked eyeth acroth the room, he wath happy.

Goddamn weirdo.

[But it's a condemnation said with such painful fondness, it might as well be a declawed purrbeast for all its bite. He loves Signless, he loves all of them even for all of Disciple's ridiculous cat puns and Dolorosa's rainbow drinking thing. Not even romantically for any quadrant, just painfully and utterly and completely.]

[It's what kept him with them even when he knew everything was doomed.]

both

[arollingstone]

[TJ couldn't help starting to fall asleep. Psii's words held the cushy softness of nostalgia and memories of ultimately enduring times, for all they were shit. TJ could get that. It reminded him of when things were good at the Cantonese place, or with Norm and Michael. When he felt like there were options, however limited.

Honestly, this place wasn't much different. Sure, it was a hell of a lot more dangerous, but the people here? The people here were important. TJ had only known the Signless briefly, and never met the others at all, but hearing Psii talk about them made it feel as if he'd known them all his life. It was comforting in a profound way. He could only imagine what it was for Psii.]

M'glad. [TJ was more asleep than awake now, but he still managed to speak, glasses smooshed up awkwardly on his face.] You knew 'em.

[polariity]

[In that moment, it was a little bit impossible not to feel a twang of protective pity reverberating against the inside of his bloodpump. It was temporary, he knew he said that, but could anyone blame him?]

[Ridiculous stupid fucking stoner with the scars he tried to pass off and a past that clung to his ankles determining how fast or slow he could go at any random time. With how much self hatred boils in his stomach sometimes, it was surprising sometimes to him just how much he can like the guy with all those similarities when he'd sooner punch himself in the face for the very same traits. With an awkward kind of tenderness, he threaded his claws lightly through those dumb yellow dreads one more time.]

Yeah. Me too. [The gentle fuzzy warmth of psionics flowed along the furs, tugging them up and wrapping TJ around them securely.] C'mon. Go to thleep.

I'm thtaying here for ath long ath you need me.