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[Trever Flume: 7:23 AM] People who just get off work [Trever Flume: 7:25 AM] Are you with Ferus and Roan or somewhere else? [Trever Flume: 7:26 AM] Kid I’ll just get you a full medium or you’ll eat all your pepperoni and still be hungry at eat some of my cheese.

THANK YOU FRIEND. <3 it’s been a good day! spent it with the girlfriend + one of my closest friends, so it was nice.

[Trever begins to fall on Leia]

Leia: No, it's not!

“Thanks”, Ferus said neutrally, as if they hadn’t just had a silent stand-off. He thought that would be the best strategy in this case: patience, normalcy, and healthy provocation. Nothing drastic, nothing to give the kid a reason to lash out or distrust him if possible, but enough to keep him from drawing back into a shell so far he’d be unreachable.

He didn’t open the letter right there, instead folded it up and put it in his back pocket.

“Do you want the tour or would you rather go stay in your room for a while?”

“It’s not ‘my’ room, is it?” Trever asked, totally rhetorical in his mind. This wasn’t his home. It never would be. This was just a temporary stop and set back before he was back out on the streets.

He knew how to survive out there. Not in here.

“And don’t you want to read that letter before you decide to let me in your house?”

@alderavalkyrie | get to know the mun (accepting)

⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?

ok um I’m a heathen and actually don’t care much about pokemon? but as a kid, espeon was my favourite!

⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?

@bellassan | get to know the mun (accepting)

🍦- Favorite ice cream flavor?

GOOD QUESTION cookie dough probably. or uh, actually. ELK CROSSING/whatever you want to call it. it’s like... vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge ripples. 

🛍- What was the last purchase you made for?

🎂- When's your birthday?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦- What's your family like?

🐶- Favorite animal?

🔶- Favorite color(s)?

🎥- Favorite movie?

📺- Favorite TV show?

🎞- Favorite cartoon/anime?

🍔- Favorite food?

🍦- Favorite ice cream flavor?

🍭- Favorite candy?

🍸- Do you drink?

👣- What do you like to do in your spare time?

⚽️- Do you like any sports?

🎮- Favorite video game(s)?

⛪️- Are you religious?

⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in?

🎈- Share a childhood memory!

🛍- What was the last purchase you made for?

💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?

🖌- Are you artsy?

❤️- How would you describe yourself?

💛- How do other people describe you?

⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?

💠- what is the Most expensive thing you own?

⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?

🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals?

🐝- Favorite season?

Ferus closed the door behind Trever and decided to wait him out, at least for the moment. It was something that he’d discovered worked a lot better than coaxing, sometimes – and Trever didn’t want to be there, had already decided to hate it there, and had already decided to get gone. That much was easy to see. It was a look he had in his eyes, a tension in his back and shoulders … you could spot it easily when you’ve looked the same way once.

So he leaned against the door, one shoulder against the wood, hands in his back pockets, as he looked at the kid. Took him in properly.

And said nothing. Just waited.

Trever knew it was a trick. He hated this kind of attitude from adults. Like they knew better, knew everything, knew you.

And yet, it was working.

Ferus froze.

He hadn’t heard Roan’s name out of Trever’s mouth since after it had happened. Since after the murder. After he’d caught his body from hitting the ground but not been able to keep him alive. There’d been too much to do and too much time apart and Trever had been … uncomfortable around him, scared of him sometimes – of course he hadn’t said Roan’s name. It had probably been too painful for him to bring up too.

But he was now.

Drawing parallells. Comparing Ferus to a killer.

Ferus drew in a breath through his teeth like he’d been punched, and then he unfolded himself, stood; looked down at Trever, sitting there, dirty with dust, face hidden.

“I’m not Darth Vader”, he said, voice tense. “And she wasn’t innocent.”

“I--I know you’re not,” Trever managed to say. Weakly. Without conviction. He didn’t protest the part about Flame... ‘cause maybe she wasn’t, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t just execute people just because. You didn’t spare someone’s life just to take it away. Trever was sure of these things.

It seemed like an awful Darth Vader thing to do.

“You look like you care”, Ferus answered, still pushing, wondering how far he could. Still he kept his voice even and his gaze steady as he looked at Trever, but the way he looked Trever over was meaningful, deliberate. Showing clearly that he hadn’t missed that movement. That tension.

Ferus was fully prepared to take a punch or two if it meant helping Trever become himself. But he was also ready to hurt him back if he had to. To protect him, himself, and the ship.

If Ferus hadn’t missed the movement, and hadn’t warned him against it--

He was testing Trever. X-7. Trever. That much was clear.

Maybe this whole thing was a test.

He just wanted to understand and not feel so mixed up. Maybe to not feel anything.