#plcntegg

everything is different, and everyone is different. It’s a fact that Sunny is still having trouble digesting, even more so when he comes to Faraway and stays at Kel’s home; of course, a nostalgia-attuned mind spots every similarity possible. He is comforted by those similarities, but dwelling on them only would cause more of a rift in his mind then there already is... and it doesn’t help his anxieties that Aubrey is probably the person he’s interacted with the least since he left his house. 

He wants to try and be her friend again, and that means learning about what he’s missed. Kel’s mother had invited Aubrey for dinner, and it seemed she’d accepted. A bit after the meal, Sunny finds Aubrey lingering on the porch, so he capitalizes on the opportunity that presents itself. The boy hovers quietly nearby like a one-eyed ghost, mind slowly calculating what words to speak.

When she arrives for her weekly cleaning visit, Mari immediately notices:

“Aubrey, you have a bruise on your face.”

While letting Aubrey speak, her head quirks to the side a bit and she chuckles softly, unsure why dear Aubrey would even bother with clarifying she doesn't have money, much less try to hide it again after the fact.

"Aubrey, there's nothing I want from you besides your wonderful self...though if you really insist on a present, I'd take a hug!" Mari knows that this will not quell Aubrey's desire to give for the entire day, but imposing a hug on the brooding teenager may cut the topic short for now - Aubrey may love hugs, but she doesn't want anyone to know she loves hugs, and likely wouldn't chance being asked for even more mushy affection immediately.

Of course, Mari has her own present for Aubrey's next birthday in mind already. Not 100% set, she's going to test the waters a bit more, but...she is just barely old enough to adopt, as of today.

       sweetheart turns around in her oversized, heart shaped, neatly decorated makeup chair, smiling confidently. that smile radiated a smug sort of superiority, one that made it fairly obvious she thought was the best person in the world. she brings out her fan, covering half of her face with it as she fans herself a bit. it’s mostly for appearances, but it was also to make sure that all her makeup was nice and dry! after all, if anything got smudged, someone was going to have to face her ire for it. and she didn’t want to deal with that right now -- she had fans to tend to! stupid, adoring, empty-headed fans!

he’s weaseled his way out of many an interaction, many a situation he doesn’t want to be in, but recently it seems he’s been trapped in a cage by everyone and everything around him. he’s been forced to confront every bit of sourness head-on recently, and at this point he humorously thought he could write a book in his head: How To Kill a Non-Confrontational Person.

as much as he’d die before admitting it fully, he only has himself to blame. maybe he could simply blame fate — after all, he wasn’t the one seeking any of this out. but perhaps that wasn’t a good thing, after the hell that everyone’s trudged through.

sunny stands there, in his distinct lack of any glorification; if anything, he still looks like a walking corpse, even if the cause is lack of sleep rather than abundance. not to mention that to the trained eye, every single muscle in his body is tense. his flight instincts simply seem to spring up around aubrey, no matter how horrible he feels about that being the case.

[ send me “🔏 ” and I will write your muse while you write mine for an entire thread ]

"Why!? Why am I upset!?" A bold question from someone who's been storming around someone else's house and kicking things for hours. "I hated her! I hated her!"

"I should be happy! I don't understand, Mari!"

It's a miracle that, in her state, she had even been able to communicate that her mother had died of alcohol poisoning earlier that day, after 10 suffering hours in the ER.

She punches the wall below the photo of the happy, nuclear family Mari was born into, and yelps in pain when her finger sprains from the force of her own impact.

New tears spill forth as she clings to her hand, staring at it, remembering the cloying smell and the weight of her mother's body as she and Kim carried her to the hospital in the pouring rain.

tea, after you.

@plcntegg said: ☕️

( you drink the tea. )

( the fragrance is sweet, and so is the taste at first. it gets so sugary it’s almost overbearing, but then the sweetness dies down and is replaced with a strong, firm flavor. the aftertaste is slightly sour, just the way you like it. )

ways to say ‘ i love you ’.

@plcntegg said: ‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

gifts are a rarity; sunny never expects them, either. as such, charitable actions always catch him off guard, whether it be bestowing of a material or something precious as time given. sunny’s eye widens slightly as sound drifts through the air, crackling from the device. sunny blinks as he sits inanimately. he knows this music. his gaze drifts over to aubrey.