♦️Night Venom♦️

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

Poison kisses their head again loud and annoying MWA

//Myst stuck out their tongue, making a lil “bleh” sound.//

Poison sticks their tongue out too

“The silliest, even. I should make you a trophy.”

Poison lifts them up a bit

//-while putting their hands over their mouth so they sounded like an astronaut speaking over a radio. So silly.//

Poise spins them around

//Myst looked fake-annoyed. And no, they were not short. They’re 5ft 8in, or around 154 centimeters. Myst’s just being dramatic, a proclivity they shared with Poison, to the chagrin of everyone else.//

poison just smiles happily first time in a awhile theyve looked at ease

//They were also smiling. It was nice to see their dad at ease for once, since…it’s not very common to be at ease in the Zones.//

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

Poison kisses their head again loud and annoying MWA

//Myst stuck out their tongue, making a lil “bleh” sound.//

Poison sticks their tongue out too

“The silliest, even. I should make you a trophy.”

Poison lifts them up a bit

//-while putting their hands over their mouth so they sounded like an astronaut speaking over a radio. So silly.//

Poise spins them around

//Myst looked fake-annoyed. And no, they were not short. They’re 5ft 8in, or around 154 centimeters. Myst’s just being dramatic, a proclivity they shared with Poison, to the chagrin of everyone else.//

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

Poison kisses their head again loud and annoying MWA

//Myst stuck out their tongue, making a lil “bleh” sound.//

Poison sticks their tongue out too

“The silliest, even. I should make you a trophy.”

Poison lifts them up a bit

//-while putting their hands over their mouth so they sounded like an astronaut speaking over a radio. So silly.//

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

Poison kisses their head again loud and annoying MWA

//Myst stuck out their tongue, making a lil “bleh” sound.//

Poison sticks their tongue out too

“The silliest, even. I should make you a trophy.”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

Poison kisses their head again loud and annoying MWA

//Myst stuck out their tongue, making a lil “bleh” sound.//

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

Poison rests their cheek on Mysts head

“I love you, dad.”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

poison squeezes tighter

“I’m mad at me…but I know I shouldn’t…”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

"don't be, I'm fine I promise"

“I said I’d get rid of that stuff…and I couldn’t even do that.”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

"always."

“Thank you. I…I’m sorry..”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

Poise puts their hands in their pockets leaning on the doorframe trying to look less well intimidating

“…May I please have a hug?”

//Upon hearing a knock, Myst was ready to chew out Jet and tell him where he could shove his blaster if he dared speak to them right now. However, it wasn’t jet. The sound of a bunch of locks being undone could be heard, before Myst opened the door. They looked…emotional. Several emotions, namely regret, sadness, and anger. But they didn’t say anything just yet, patiently waiting to see why their dad wanted to talk right now.//

poise wants to hug them more than anything but they know that might not be the best choice of action right now so instead they stand with their hands on their hips like a dumbass

//Myst looked tense, so they took a deep breath, despite knowing that breathing techniques usually didn’t do anything for them. People say it works though, so it must help, right? Wrong.//

"uh Myst? why are you touching my stuff?"

“If Kobra didn’t tell you already, I’m getting rid of all the woman paraphernalia. Yknow. The pictures that can really be bad for two of the people who live here?”

"oh no no yea you cant have this"

//Myst held the bag of already pilfered items close to themself, they weren’t about to give those up easily.//

Jet holds onto the picture tighter

//Yeah, Killjoys all try and forget their city lives. So Myst knew this was a pretty touchy question. But…at this point, it was worth a shot.//

Jet realizing what he said looked under his bed just a glance

//They looked more sad than angry. Because….they were afraid. The person they’d worked so hard to bury could still exist somewhere. And…the same went for Poison, which upset them more. However, when Myst said “get over it”….a tear ran down their face.//

Jet places the picture on the floor and picks up something under his bed, a school yearbook it was dusty and pages were yellow with age

//Myst, with their bag of stuff in hand, swiftly walked out the door. Maybe if they were quick enough….//

"thats the point, I love them, I loved her." he pauses looking back at the yearbook "they're not pictures of her to me, they're pictures of them just...different"

jet just stood there knowing he fucked up and knowing going after them would make it far worse

"uh Myst? why are you touching my stuff?"

“If Kobra didn’t tell you already, I’m getting rid of all the woman paraphernalia. Yknow. The pictures that can really be bad for two of the people who live here?”

"oh no no yea you cant have this"

//Myst held the bag of already pilfered items close to themself, they weren’t about to give those up easily.//

Jet holds onto the picture tighter

//Yeah, Killjoys all try and forget their city lives. So Myst knew this was a pretty touchy question. But…at this point, it was worth a shot.//

Jet realizing what he said looked under his bed just a glance

//They looked more sad than angry. Because….they were afraid. The person they’d worked so hard to bury could still exist somewhere. And…the same went for Poison, which upset them more. However, when Myst said “get over it”….a tear ran down their face.//

Jet places the picture on the floor and picks up something under his bed, a school yearbook it was dusty and pages were yellow with age

//Myst, with their bag of stuff in hand, swiftly walked out the door. Maybe if they were quick enough….//

"thats the point, I love them, I loved her." he pauses looking back at the yearbook "they're not pictures of her to me, they're pictures of them just...different"

"uh Myst? why are you touching my stuff?"

“If Kobra didn’t tell you already, I’m getting rid of all the woman paraphernalia. Yknow. The pictures that can really be bad for two of the people who live here?”

"oh no no yea you cant have this"

//Myst held the bag of already pilfered items close to themself, they weren’t about to give those up easily.//

Jet holds onto the picture tighter

//Yeah, Killjoys all try and forget their city lives. So Myst knew this was a pretty touchy question. But…at this point, it was worth a shot.//

Jet realizing what he said looked under his bed just a glance

//They looked more sad than angry. Because….they were afraid. The person they’d worked so hard to bury could still exist somewhere. And…the same went for Poison, which upset them more. However, when Myst said “get over it”….a tear ran down their face.//

Jet places the picture on the floor and picks up something under his bed, a school yearbook it was dusty and pages were yellow with age

//Myst, with their bag of stuff in hand, swiftly walked out the door. Maybe if they were quick enough….//

"uh Myst? why are you touching my stuff?"

“If Kobra didn’t tell you already, I’m getting rid of all the woman paraphernalia. Yknow. The pictures that can really be bad for two of the people who live here?”

"oh no no yea you cant have this"

//Myst held the bag of already pilfered items close to themself, they weren’t about to give those up easily.//

Jet holds onto the picture tighter

//Yeah, Killjoys all try and forget their city lives. So Myst knew this was a pretty touchy question. But…at this point, it was worth a shot.//

Jet realizing what he said looked under his bed just a glance

//They looked more sad than angry. Because….they were afraid. The person they’d worked so hard to bury could still exist somewhere. And…the same went for Poison, which upset them more. However, when Myst said “get over it”….a tear ran down their face.//