#xeversayfishxace

xever with a Clockwork orange reference I'm losing my mind yall (also I'm regressing in my arts sorry for that)

my pookies😭😭

i love them sm

::-Xever..

:: -Yes,Saki/marshmallow? (his nickname)

Yeah, Xever got that all too well. He had very much been the same as Jason was when he was a kid. Though, to be fair Xever had been much younger back then. And the person he attached himself to ended up not being the best in the end. That person had left Xever alone whenever he felt the need to but always came back.

Xever wanted to remain with Jason so he wouldn't be left alone. Cause the kid clearly needed someone to lean on right now. And with how low rung he was with the Foot right now he could maybe get away with not being around for a little longer. So long as kept giving updates all while pretending to gain more ground and money for them. It was the best way to ensure he had something to offer.

"I made a promise didn't I? I wasn't going to leave you. You're...important...to me so I'll take care of you..."

Xever found it hard to be too comforting, he was trying though. Likely trying to say the things he wished others said to him. He almost shuddered somewhat since he was bringing up his own sadness. He reached up a hand to Jason and stroked the boy's scales.

RAPHAEL STILL WASN'T used to being in America, nonetheless was he used to being surrounded by people. Sure, Tokyo was big, and also full of humans, but Shredder's headquarters there were big enough that the mutant had had enough room to himself to entertain himself long enough. In New York, though, this warehouse-lair-hideout ( whatever his father wanted to call it ) was so much smaller, had so much LESS room, and there were too many Foot Ninjas around for him to feel comfortable. This place SUCKED...but it's not like he could say anything to Shredder about that.

THOUGH, HE COULD do what Karai always did and head out on patrol, which is exactly what he did, just to get the hell out of that cramped building and out into the city. And that's exactly what he did, grabbing his gear in case he bumped into any trouble and simply slipping out through a window before Shredder could realize he was gone.

ONCE HE GOT to the roof, he sucked in a breath and let out a soft relieved sigh, taking a second to look over the city and admire the view. The moment didn't last, though, when he heard a noise from behind. Fearing he'd been caught, he whipped around, but let out a silent sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

          SOME  WEEKS  HAD  passed  since  the  mutant  fly  had  found  himself  abruptly  THRUSTED  out  of  her  home  universe  and  into  this  foreign  one.  She  had  been  staying  with  Xever  throughout  all  of  it  since…well,  where  else  was  she  meant  to  go  ?    This  version  of  New  York  was,  as  she  discovered,  pretty  UNLIKE  hers;  she  wouldn’t  even  know  where  to  begin  to  seek  shelter.  Not  that  Superfly  minded;  for  what  it  was  worth,  the  fish  mutant’s  company  was  more  appreciated  than  she  had  admittedly  expected.  The  two  at  least  had  enough  in  common  that  finding  things  to  talk  about  wasn’t  an  issue  —  even  if  the  fly  confessedly  still  acted  cagey  when  it  came  to  discussing  her  history,  mostly  as  far  as  her  FAMILY  was  concerned.  Evidently,  her  rage  towards  them  still  burned  brightly,  and  she  stubbornly  refused  to  get  into  details,  as  if  to  spite  those  that  she  had  deemed  so  UNGRATEFUL  for  all  she  had  done.

          It  was  no  matter;  obviously  she  wasn’t  wanted  in  her  old  world,  whereas  she  at  least  had  company  in  this  one.  Maybe  this  was  why  she  wound  up  here;  maybe  the  multiverse  simply  decided  that  she  belonged  more  here  than  she  did  there.  In  any  case,  for  a  moment,  Superfly  had  convinced  himself  that  he  could  get  used  to  this  new  world,  and  with  it,  a  new  life.

          Well…as  EMBARRASSING  as  it  was…HE  COULDN’T.  Eventually  —  INEVITABLY  —  the  gravity  of  the  situation  began  to  set  in,  with  a  realization  that  it  wasn’t  like  his  family  could  just  come  to  him,  nor  he  with  them,  if  either  party  chose  to  confess  that  they  had  been  wrong.  He  was  in  a  whole  different  world…if  he  remained  here,  he  would  never  see  them  again.  And  it  was  that…PESKY,  ANNOYING  thought  that  caused  Superfly’s  resentment  towards  them  to  melt  into  homesickness  and  a  longing  that  he  had  felt  like  any  other.  It  was  then  that  he  resolved  that  it  no  longer  mattered;  getting  along  or  not,  he  needed  to  GO  HOME.

          Initially,  the  fly  mutant  hadn’t  really  delved  into  the  details  of  such  feelings  with  Xever.  She…wasn’t  sure  how  to,  if  she  were  being  honest;  in  her  mind,  there  was  no  way  to  approach  this  that  didn’t  make  her  feel  like  a  jerk.  The  guy  had  welcomed  her  with  open  arms,  helped  provide  shelter  for  her,  opened  up  to  her  about  various  subjects…it  felt  a  little  wrong  to  suddenly  turn  around  and  say  that  she  wanted  to  LEAVE.  Even  if  he  didn’t  take  it  the  wrong  way,  it  just  didn’t  sit  right  with  her.  But  the  alternative  would’ve  been  to  start  working  on  her  little  project  behind  his  back,  and  well…by  the  time  she  completed  the  blueprint,  she  realized  that  that  would  be  objectively  worse.  Given  her  lack  of  resources  to  actually  make  what  she  was  aiming  for,  Xever  would  definitely  find  out  eventually.  It  seemed  like  a  really  crappy  idea  to  let  him  find  out  the  hard  way.

          So  here  she  is,  blueprint  laid  out  where  the  fish  mutant  can  see  it  plainly.  The  page  depicts  a  brace  of  sorts  intended  to  wrap  around  one’s  arm,  and  the  notes  make  it  plainly  clear  that  it’s  supposed  to  be  a  dimension-hopping  device.    “  Honestly,  I  still  don’t  even  know  if  I  can  make  it,  “    she  says,  as  though  to  try  and  ease  any  potential  disappointment  there  may  be.  Truthfully,  while  she  doesn’t  doubt  her  abilities,  multiversal  travel  is  ECCENTRIC  enough  that  she  would  not  be  surprised  if  she  couldn’t  produce  it.

Minion had NEVER met another talking fish before -- for the longest time, he'd always tried to make friends with the dish Megamind would put in his tank for him, but usually, nothing ever really came out of it, and those fish wound up being eaten in the end. But who knew, all he needed to do was go to another city for something for his Sir, and finally. There it was.

Staring the other robotic fish down, Minion's brow lifted in confusion, and he hesitantly offered a little wave.

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sakixevers again.