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Hey! Welcome to a snippet from the current plot I'm cooking in my head with my arcane self insert and Claggor, a few weeks before episode 3 and you know what is supposed to happen.

:((( (but this is a fix it fic, CLAGGOR AND MYLO AREN'T DYING ON MY WATCH, CANON IS MY BITCH IDC)

Anyways.

Enjoy!!!

-Honeydew

"It's All Fun And Games, Until..."

The fic name is currently under construction, so for right now all I got is chapter names! Sorry!

Anya could hear Claggor's foot falls approaching behind her, and she pretended to not hear them. Looking for an excuse to keep busy, she brought the joint to her lips, fiddling with the lighter as the boy approached quietly beside her. Anya hurriedly took a drag, her skin crawling with nerves as Claggor's eyes rested on her, a question reflecting in them that Anya wasn't ready to answer for yet.

"...What's that?"

Anya paused, caught off guard- that wasn't the question she expected out of him, and a wave of relief washes over her. Exhaling slowly, she shakes her head.

"Does the smoke bother you?" She asks, wincing in apology as she dodged Claggor's question.

"No." Claggor simpled stated, and Anya look at him unconvinced. The boy only shrugs, adding, "Not when you're raised by Vander, anyhow."

Anya chuckled dryly, earning a small victorious smile from the taller boy in return. With a nod, she finally took another drag. The smoke filled her lungs, and she inhaled until she felt the familiar lightheadedness take over.

"...Weed?" Claggor asked thoughtfully.

Anya smiles to herself.

"Not fully..."

"Okaaaay... That's not cryptic at all," Claggor turns to her, and she can hear the eye roll in his voice. She stares out into the empty street, a smile tugging on her lips despite it all.

"What, you haven't learned by now, Claggor? Being cryptic is my thing."

Anya laughed, but her laugh was cut short as she remembered the confused, concerned glaces shared between the siblings. Claggor must've thought the same, because he didn't say a word after the fact. His gaze was set on hers, and she could see the wheels turning beneath the smudged goggles he wore.

Anya felt her stomach twist itself into a knot, the same scene playing in her head that she knew was most likely playing in Claggor's too. Paranoia started to set in, as she wondered to herself if those dark brown eyes of Claggor's could see right through her sometimes. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grimacing, swiftly breaking eye contact.

Both of them were acutely aware they were holding their breaths. Claggor pretended to adjust his goggles, turning slightly away from her. His eyes were fixed at his feet, his head hung almost in shame.

He wanted to ask about the look on her face when she saw the bottle of whiskey Vi snuck behind Vander's back.

Anya wanted to tell him why.

Neither said anything.

Instead, they both found something to stare at to avoid looking at each other for the next few minutes. Anya was tracing the silouettes of a neon bar sign, Claggor was following the cracks and weeds along the concrete.

As Anya got to the end of her joint, her muscles started to relax, her eyelids drooped, and her head felt like was stuffed full of cotton. She thinks about where their conversation left off, and finally looked towards claggor.

"It's only about 80% weed." Anya spoke finally, breaking the silence. Claggor jumped, startled, and Anya giggled at how such a hulking boy could flinch from just speaking to him. Her smiled faded when it started to remind her too much of herself.

"W-what's-," Claggor started, stammering slightly as the suddenness of conversation tongue-tied him.

"...So, what's the other 20?" He cleared his throat, trying to play it off.

"Mullien leaf and rose hip." Anya inhales, long and deep. She exhales, only coughing slightly at the end. Claggor nodded, but waits patiently for her to elaborate.

"Mullien leaf is a herb commonly used for upper respiratory health. It's a little redundant, maybe, but it helps me feel better about killing my lungs." Anya chuckles, but there's no humor in it.

"I see..." Claggor trailed off, getting comfortable on the steps. He watches the smoke dissipate into the night sky above, fidgeting slightly in place while trying to dig around his head for what to say next.

Anya moves to follow him on the steps, sitting next to him. She shivers, the cold stone already leeching the warmth from her body.

"And the rose hip?" Claggor recalled, leaning back on his elbows on the stairs.

Anya grins, a small but genuine smile. She lets the smoke fill her throat, and exhales slowly, and her eyes look distant for a moment before she glanced at Claggor.

"It makes my joint taste like dead flowers," Anya replies with a rueful smile, flicking ash off the end of her joint.

"That's supposed to be a good thing?" Claggor asks, bemused and slightly curious.

"Comparatively, I'd say so." She shrugged, chuckling.

Claggor scoffs, shaking his head in equal measure amusement and silent disapproval. After a beat, he sighed, long and slow, rubbing his neck in that same particular habit that Anya knew meant he was nervous. Or pissed, evidenced by the knit of his brows as he glanced over to Anya again.

"If ya need to add all that, why the hell do you smoke that shit?" Claggor asks, his voice coming out harsher than intended. He didn't even know why he felt upset about it, it's not like he cared about that kinda thing with anyone else- so why was the girl next to him any different?

Anya immediately feels the heat of embarrassment flood her cheeks, followed by a rise in anger that burned hot and bright in her chest. Claggor tried to fumble out an apology, but the words coming off her lips in reply seemed to rise out of her very core, without her free will.

"Probably for the same shitty reasons why my dad needs to drink himself to death."

They both looked equally taken back by what Anya said, staring at each other with wide eyes. Anya looks away first, the shame darkening her features as tears bubbled up suddenly.

She scrambled to her feet, and Claggor rose swiftly to stop her.

Anya shakes her head indignantly, dark hair obscuring her face as she whips her head around. Why now, is her throat closing up? And did her words seriously have to dry up on her tongue after letting the truth slip out? Why can't she say something to fix this?

"Anya-!", Claggor calls out to her, a slight desperation in his voice. He catches her elbow, his body moving of its own accord.

The girl keeps her eyes off of claggor, although it doesn't help much. She can still feel his brown ones on her, digging through the invisible walls building up around her.

Claggor swallows hard, then sighs.

"...Is that why you left?" He asks, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, and she hated that apologetic tone in his words. Anya looks up at him, seeing the concern written all over his face- pinched brows, lips pulled back into a thin line, and eyes that searched her face for answers.

Anya feels her resolve crumble, and tears are spilling over her cheeks and onto the pavement, without her making a sound.

"Because, I was worried." Claggor fired back, his voice raising, rough with an emotion that Anya couldn't place.

"Why did you come out here, Claggor?" Anya demands, feeling like a child but too pissed off to care anymore. It was already embarrassing enough that her weak attempt to play off her emotions failed miserably- she didn't need any more pity tonight.

She glares up at Claggor in defiance, but crashes into brown, soft pools that caught the light of The Last Drop.

Anya blinked away her tears, a mix of a laugh and a sob leaving her throat. She shakes her head, as if amused.

"You're always worried about something, dude." Anya huffed, but her words lost momentum as she realized the hypocrisy of her statement.

Claggor sighs in frustration, choosing to ignore the impulse to argue with her. Now wasn't the time.

"I was worried about you, Anya." Claggor leans in closer to her, his hand squeezing her shoulder for emphasis. He didn't know what he was doing, or if these were the right words to say- for a second, he wished Vander was here to tell him what to do for her.

Anya looked equally unsure as Claggor felt, and he was about to retreat his hand from her before her shaking voice stopped him.

"I-if you get involved, Claggor..." Anya starts, her voice wavering. She didn't know how to finish her sentence, leaving it hanging heavily in the toxic, choked air around them.

"Vander can-"

Claggor gives her a look.

"No." Anya cuts him off quickly, too quickly.

"That's only going to make it worse." Anya bites back, bitterness on her face.

"Make what worse?"

Anya's stills, realizing her error. She tries to fumble with an excuse, but Claggor cuts her attempt to hide her feelings as he pulls Anya closer, almost in a full embrace. For a moment, Anya notes that if she wasn't so terrified of him knowing the truth, she'd be thrilled to have this much close contact with the boy.

Claggor's eyes burn into her, and she can smell the faintest smell of alcohol on his breath. Though she didn't drink, her head feels like it's spinning anyways.

"Make what worse, Anya?"

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