#kreaver

Poppy: So Kieran, what do you do?

Kieran: What?

Poppy: What’s your job? How much do you make?

Kieran: I don’t know if you know this Penellaphe, but it’s kind of rude to ask someone questions like that.

Poppy, staring pointedly: Oh I know.

Kieran: *sighs* I do have a job.

Poppy: Really? Becasue you seem to do a lot of babysitting me and/or sitting around, which makes you seem—let’s see how do I put this lightly—unemployed.

Kieran: I am not unemployed. I do whatever Casteel needs me to do. I’m a general helping hand.

Poppy: You’re Casteel’s assistant?

Kieran: no.

Poppy: His servant?

Kieran: no.

Poppy: Do you get paid?

Kieran: no.

Poppy: So you’re his slave?

Kieran: What- No!

Poppy: You’re his willing slave.

Kieran: I am not Casteel’s anything. I’m simply a friend doing favors.

Poppy: But if you don’t get paid… where do you get all of your clothes and food and things?

Kieran: From Casteel.

Poppy: So you’re his charity project.

Kieran: For the last time! No!

Kieran: We share a bank account. I help him find his brother and he pays for my shit. End of conversation!

Poppy: Ah I see…

I see you are a person of culture as well

Poppy and Casteel in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Kieran: Our turn, Reaver! One, two, three! Vanilla with-

Kieran clenched his jaw, “Really?” he bit out, “Switching names? That’s the best you two could come up with?”

“Oh come on,” Delano waved his hand between him and Naill, “You know Delano and I aren’t the creative types.”

“You don’t have to be creative to come up with a fake name,” Kieran said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Marcus Smith. See, I just did it. From now on your name is Marcus Smith.”

Later…

“Wait…” Vikter said, “Your name is Delano? I thought the other guy was Delano. You were Naill.”

“Well-“ Delano started. But he was cut off by Kieran pivoting midway to the door and smacking his hands on the table rather loudly.

“Vikter,” Kieran said, “You seem like a respectable, logical man, so before I throw you in a dungeon for the rest of the night, answer me this. If you were to ask someone to pick an alias, what would an acceptable answer be?”

“Marcus Smith,” Vikter answered without hesitation.

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