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Incorrect Qoutes Kaneji Kids

Marya, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Retha, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Jordie: what the fuck are you guys doing? Retha: playing systemic oppression

Marya, texting Retha: Retha! Help I’m being kidnapped Retha: Where are you? Marya: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Retha: I’ll call Jordie. Jordie, answering their cell: Y’ello? Retha: Where’s Marya? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Jordie: Marya? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Jordie: Jordie: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Jordie: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Marya: WHO ARE YOU?!

Retha: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Jordie: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Marya: Smad.

Marya: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Retha: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Marya: Yes! Jordie: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Marya: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Jordie: Wasn't Retha with you? Retha: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.(someone might be dead)

Jordie: I know you snuck out last night, Marya. Retha: Play dumb! Marya: Who's Marya? Retha: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Retha: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?! Jordie: Alright. Marya: Hey, I- Retha: SHUT UP! Marya: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!! Jordie: It was bound to be stupid.

Jordie, at Retha: Of course you have blood all over you, and pronouns.

Marya: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Retha, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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The Monster's Daughter

Best Friends Ch1

 “You two are just like your parents at your age,” Those were the words spoken by Aunt Nina. She smiled fondly when she said them, all those years ago. She’d been visiting Retha and never saw much of her, but that phrase haunted her. After all, Kaz and Uncle Jes hardly saw each other now. 

 If she was like her father did that also mean she’d end up alone like him? If Casey was like Uncle Jesper did that mean he’d end up a trophy husband? Those thoughts haunted her. Not because she didn’t want to be like her father. Because some part of her, despite her coldness for others, didn’t wish to be alone.

Her little sister Marya insisted dad wasn’t alone, he had mom. Retha couldn’t shake the thought that mom was never home. Their mother was often away, on the high seas, Marya often followed. Maybe that was why Marya didn’t see it? Didn’t realize their Father was often alone. 

  Her older brother Jordie would say that was just growing up. Dad was busy, he didn’t lack for friends, he just didn’t get much time with them. He didn’t see it, Father alone in his office. The far away look he got when Uncle Mathiass was mentioned. It wasn’t like he acted miserable, he wasn’t an easy man to read.Retha was too much like her father and she could feel it, his loneliness. She didn’t know how her siblings missed it but she saw it. 

  It was in the only portrait he kept in the office, a young him who looked just as cruel, uncle Jesper and Wylan who looked like college students, Aunt Nina arms looped with a younger version of her mom, and a blonde man she assumed was uncle Mathiass. It was in the way father never got a new spider, and how he’d stand at the docks long after she’d gone. How he seemed to find excuses to head up to Van Eck manor.That he’d scheduled the first play date between Casey and Retha. He missed them and Retha could see it in his actions. So would she end up lonely? Lonely like her father?

 Retha always strived to be like dear old dad. At sixteen she was considered just as much a monster, just as scary. No one touched the princess of the barrel.

 “Princess Retha”, well almost no one. Cassian Van Eck Fahey, or rather Cassey that’s what everyone called him. He was tall, with tanned skin and copper curls, and a smile that got him whatever he wanted. Casey and Retha had been friends their whole lives, known each other since they were in diapers. Casey was the only one to get away with wrapping an arm around Retha, and acting like they were pals. They were pals, Casey was Retha’s only friend.

  “What do you want?” she asked it so coldly, like she wasn’t the one climbing in his window. Like she didn’t always enlist him for her schemes.

 “Awww come on you love me,” Casey replied arm still slung around her. Unlike everyone else in the Crow Club who avoided any contact with Retha. It was like they thought she might stab them. Probably because she would.

 “What do you want?” She repeated. Sparring him a glance, catching his iconic smile. Casey was like a prince, in a way he was one. The oldest of the Van Eck boys, he had a legacy waiting for him. Yet here he was in the crow club, swindling people out of money, drinking to his delight, maybe avoiding responsibility. Not to mention the revolvers, they were once his father’s Uncle Jesper, now they were his. Retha never knew if he took them or if they were given to him. She did know he was an excellent shot, maybe better than his dad. That made her jealous Casey was already besting his old man, and she was still competing with hers.

  “Join me for a drink?” He asked, his tone still perfectly friendly, like he wasn’t poking a bear. To him he wasn’t, to him this was just his friend. Sure she was scary, maybe even terrifying at times, especially with her fathers scowl. Still she was his friend, his best friend, the one always giving him an out. The person constantly asking him to join danger, Casey’s favorite thing. No one else in this bar would ask Retha to join them. No one else would dare touch her. He would though, he always would.

  “One drink,” she relented, joining him at the bar. The privilege of being Casey, or misfortune depending on who you asked. It was often said Casey had better luck then his dad, but Retha wondered if his bad luck was her. Sure Casey wasn’t short on people to spend a night with, or friends in the barrel. However all those fancy assholes seemed to avoid him because of her. Like befriending him brought along the monster in the night.

  “You're quiet,” Casey said as they sat at the bar, he tapped the bar. Service was always fast for them. Retha never knew if it was because of her or the little prince.

 “I’m always quiet,” she replied, sipping her freshly served drink. Casey simply gave her that look, the one that said I know. What did he know though? He’d learned to read her over the years; it was frustrating.Still Casey wasn’t made for this place, Retha was born for the barrel. Casey was born for better things, a better life. Not one that Retha wanted, but many would say he’d be better in a gilded cage.Not here in the dirt of the barrel. Casey looked every bit a prince, and here he was slumming it with her. 

 Retha always felt made for the Barrel. Nothing matched the feeling of a heist, or the power being a monster gave her. That small sense of her Father’s pride. Even as a kid she always wanted to play the robber. Being cruel came naturally to her, so did lock picking and sneaking, she was made to be a criminal. This never seemed like Casey’s calling, sure he was enjoying himself, but he wasn’t made for this place.

  “Mmmm not like this, you’ve been scowling for like an hour,” Casey hummed while sipping his drink. He was watching her, she didn’t have to turn to know it.

 “So? My scowl is famous,” she replied.

 “Famously a bad omen. What happened?”

 “Nothing, just thinking.”

 “Your scowling, that's not your scheming face”

 “Your becoming increasingly stabable”

 “You wouldn’t hurt me,” He said with a smirk, his confidence was irritating. She hit him in the side just to make a point, still she was careful not to do real damage. He groaned but there was a smile.

 “You still didn’t stab me,” Casey smirked at her. She was considering when she heard it, the rock on rock rasp of her father’s voice.

 “Retha, I need you,” He said, only nodding towards Casey.

  “Hey, Uncle Kaz!” Casey said, then lowered his voice, “What did you do?” Retha only rolled her eyes, standing up. Heading to her father's office, as Casey grumbled about her being rude.

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A List Of Kaz's regrets in fatherhood

These all based on my kanej kid ocs :P (stay tuned for stories with them)

-Teaching his middle child Retha to pick locks(as a toddler) who then proceeded to teach her little sister Marya

-Taking Retha to work with him(a lot, she's now trying to be a crime lord)

-Naming his oldest Jordie, he wonders if he crused his son

-Letting Jesper be an uncle(he taught Retha to shoot)

-allowing Inej to teach their children knife skills(Marya and Retha have almost stabbed each other many times. Their knifes keep getting taken away. Unfornately Retha is a good theif)

-Letting Retha convince him to teach her magic tricks, she now uses to commit crimes.

-Allowing his daughters to learn acrobatics one seems to be a constant danger to herself, and the other keeps using it to break into places

-letting any of his childern set foot in the crow club

-sometimes having children(they fight like animals)

-Not getting his leg fixed sometimes