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📺⭐🟥⭕ " LANGUAGE, KRIS! "

He leans down close, and despite talking into a microphone, says discreetly through a forced smile: " I REMIND you that I can only have so many mistakes before the censors send you HOME EARLY because you are not OLD ENOUGH to watch me without parental guidance !!! " Hint. HINT.

[ BLOOD ]: Your Ralsei walks into my Kris' room to see them covered in blood. [ Hehehe 👀 ]

@savioux || Kris & Ralsei || prompted.

" Hey, Kris! I made a- "

Ralsei's voice catches in his throat as he pushes open Kris' bedroom door, freezing in the doorframe with his hand still around the handle. He had gotten immensely excited when Kris had offered to spend 'the night' in Castletown, a 'sleep over' as he had heard so much about. He'd never had one, of course, he didn't ever have friends before this or... anyone, honestly. Nothing but empty hallways and empty rooms. He knew in theory what to do, though, and he decided baking Kris their own personalized cake - chocolate, of course - would be a great start to the night. As he takes in the scene, Ralsei is dimly aware of the fact he should have knocked. He is also aware of the fact he is grateful he didn't.

" K-Kris! Are you all right? "

He rushes from the door to Kris, taking their bloodied hands into his own. His white fur smears with red, but he cares little for the stains. He cares little for the sticky warmth that mats his fur. He holds onto Kris as if some part of him is afraid they'll slip through his fingers. He doesn't know if it's their blood or someone else's. Immediately a sudden surge of healing magic surrounds Kris, a far stronger dosage than Ralsei usually employs. He peers into their face, as if he could find some hidden wounds his magic was unable to reach.

" Hey, hey... see? I've got you. It's okay. "

[ BLANKET ]: My Kris drapes a blanket over Ralsei' shoulders & [ HUDDLE ]: Kris & Ralsei huddle together in an effort to stay warm. [ Another one, hehe. ]

@savioux || Kris & Ralsei || prompted.

His head is turned upwards towards the blackness of the sky above, an exhaled breath from parted snout that sends wisps of fog to fade off into the air. There's a chill in the air that permeates even the warmth of his clothes, the soft fluffiness of his fur. He can feel it in his bones, as if shards of ice were attempting to form on the inside of his lungs with every breath. There's a certain chill to parts of Dark Worlds that never truly fades. The ever-looming threat of ' unbelonging ', as if the world itself needed to believe it was real to even exist. Without that shred of fantasy, the entire world would begin to frost over and grow as old as uncaring stone.

Ralsei blinks in sudden surprise as he is pulled away from his thoughts, a cozy blanket suddenly draped over his shoulders. He turns his head to find who would do such a thing - Oh. Kris.

A smile passes over his face immediately, an attempt to chase away his somber thoughts in an attempt to appear as easygoing and peaceful as he so desperately wanted to appear. No one needed to worry about him. It was his duty to worry about everyone else.

" Oh, Kris! I didn't see you there! "

Ralsei looks from Kris' face and towards the blanket they draped over him. He reaches for the edge of it, feeling the fabric between his digits. It's soft, like him. Warm, too. Warmer than him. A faint dusting of pink bloom on his cheeks and he looks a little more sheepish than usual.

" Is... you gave me a blanket? " He was still not quite used to the act of being given things. Even something as simple as a blanket made him feel both flustered... and incredibly happy. It was selfish to want to be their friend, his own want. He didn't need to be their friend if Kris and Susie didn't want him to be, but... " It's sure cold out, huh? "

Ralsei didn't expect an answer. Kris was always quiet for their own reasons and he never pushed. He turns his attention back from the blanket, his fingers still fidgeting with it. There's a look of thought, his eyes darting elsewhere as he considers his next action before he suddenly throws half the blanket over Kris' shoulders.

what a great start to her saturday.

paperwork due monday morning, strict documents to be sent to the mayor’s office, all-nighters for making sure her ledgers are correct thrice-over, nightmares from the all-nighters when she finally did crash, and then waking up late because of it — what a fantastic start to her saturday. she’s opening the bakery an entire two hours late due to how behind she ended up being, and now her whole rhythm is messed up — perfect. just perfect.

though, she doesn’t know why she puts in so much effort anymore — the only in-person customers she gets anymore are a scarce few members of hometown who, for one reason or another, don’t really care about the rumors. or the teenagers. she puts so much effort into making everything presentable and having fresh product out each day, only… only for so much to end up wasted anyways. she can’t donate or just hand off the leftovers anymore — she hasn’t been able to, not in a long time.

so really, it shouldn’t be such a problem for her to just lay down at her counter while the oven goes and rest her eyes while waiting for it to beep. she even gets herself nice and cozy with the good chair — lazzy’s chair, he used to sit up here a lot more than she ever sat down — and puts her arms into prime position —

only for that chime to snap her back up considerably before the oven timer would.

“ ah ! hello — my apologies, i’m still making most of today’s spe—“

oh. oh! nevermind. she fixed her glasses. no need to worry, it seems.

“ oh — kris ! hi, toutou. um — you here to crash on the couch upstairs again ? it’s a little early in the day for that — or, wait, did you come here for some cookies instead ? i guess you’re a little lucky if that’s the case — they’re going to be more fresh than usual… “

she scratches at her cheek just the tiniest bit. it’s — it’s rare they come by, but… well, she has a responsibility, damn it. if the other human wants treats, she’s going to give them treats, and if they want to stay at her place for a bit, so be it. she never took the key away from them for that exact reason — and who is she to go back on that responsibility now ?

She was just worried. That's all. Susie was just worried for one of her best friends. She knew something was wrong with Kris, she knew they were hiding something from her, and she was fully aware that she was being pushy.

Yet, Susie didn't expect such a reaction from them.

It wasn't like them.

At first, she doesn't say anything. She recoils slightly at the force of Kris' words, eyes wide and mouth ajar from the shock of their outburst. They seem to stop themselves from screaming at her further, and they beg her to stop prying, to stop asking so many goddamn questions, but...

How can she?

The silence between them is enough to twist her stomach—Susie didn't know what to feel. She was hurt, she was concerned, but the feeling that began to bubble to the surface was anger, just like always. That's all she knows how to feel, right? She was a mean monster, unworthy of friends, unworthy of anyone giving a shit about her, and now the person she cared about the most was telling her to shut the fuck up.

All just because she was worried.

"What..." She finally mutters, finding her voice. "What the hell, Kris?" It's said with disbelief and a touch of the rage that was threatening to spill.

She doesn't want to get mad. Not at them.

"What the hell is your problem?" Susie states firmly, her fists clenched so tightly that her claws are digging into her scales.

'That's your fucking problem, Susie'. It loops in her head, over and over again, like the fact that she cared was somehow a bad thing.

Maybe it was. Maybe caring would just get her hurt in the end.

"Why are you yelling at me?" It's accusatory, offended. "What's gotten into you? Kris, I'm just...! I'm just worried about you! Why are you yelling at me?! I'm your friend, aren't I?!" She takes a few steps forward, towering over her friend as she stares down at them with a raw expression—she's hurt, but more importantly, it's obvious that she's trying to keep her cool.

( your hand hurts ... )

( you feel cold ... )

( and gosh ... it's so hard ... to focus ... )

you nearly shiver from the way they look at you. its chilling and ... unnerving. it makes your heart shiver, too.

" uwhuh ... huh ?? "

you stammer your words as they talk to you, rubbing one hand over the other.

" i --- i'm having fun. "

... well, normally you would be. but everything felt so ... wrong.

you're sure that those are the words that they want to hear, but you don't think your tone is believable.

" i'm ... glad to be spending the day with you. " a weak laugh, " just ... j -- just like old times, right ?? "

your mind was in a mess. you had a nightmare the night before ... and you can't stop thinking about everything that happened just a few nights ago ... when you couldn't sleep.

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