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[haerith]

"Not my fault y'live in a shit place." Instead of being malicious, he's smirking in a playful manner, head turning to finally look towards Ree. "I mean, like... S'pretty painful compared t'some places even I've lived in. Y'what, livin' in the eighteen-hundreds still? Y'got electricity?"

Then he just laughs a little, low in tone.

"Am kiddin'. I mean it could be better, but I do get y'home is... Y'home 'n all."

To be honest, if he was rich, he'd anonymously have the place patched up to be fancy as fuck and nice for everybody. Because he's been there. He's been in shitty places with broken windows and thin walls, and while he knows the Shady house is a bit better, he also knows it's tough at times. Not everything can be perfect for everybody.

And that makes his face drop again, turning to once again look at the water.

"'m glad y'don' hate me. I mean, I'd hate me if I were you, considerin' my erh... Y'know." A random gesture of the hands. "Work. But I do hope y'understand why I don' talk about it, yea? I mean, fuck. I ain' tryna be deceptive or anythin', so don' think that. I just..."

A moment's pause before he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. A hand reaching into a deep pocket, he slowly pulls out what looks like shaped pieces of paper contained in a plastic packet. Turning it over, it reveals the papers have designs on them, specifically Alolan Pokémon, totalling about ten. Bright and vibrant, they look to have been digitally drawn and then printed out.

"Got y'some stickers, anyway."

the only reason they know it’s Kane is because of his voice. But also, random sketchy characters skulking around trying to hide themself? … it’s definitely a Kane sort of thing to do.

Ree’s just thankful that he’s mostly harmless.

mostly.

“Hey —

you can’t just be talkin shit about po town like that! That’s my home. And we’ve been working on making it better! I go out a lot and I stay in a lot! It don’t make a difference, do it? Besides — I was inside a lot the last couple of months!”

Yeah, because they got grounded. But they’re not telling Kane that. Because kane is … kind of a dick, sometimes.

… they fold their arms, and grumble a little.

“Yeah, well, the last time you came around po town like this you made me cry, so, like. Just be thankful I never got mad at you about it.”

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Hood up in the blistering heat, he's careful to ensure his face remains hidden, body covered by shapeless clothing; a sleeveless hoodie keeps him cool enough, but he's still too damn hot. Yet he does have to lay low lest the Big Bad Boss appear and cause him to scarper.

"I know, but still. Y'never seem t'be... Inside. Don't blame ya. Town looks shit." With a sniffle, he picks up a pebble and throws it into the water as far as it will go, aiming for the horizon. But he smiles then, only for the smile to drop once more a few seconds later, just as quick as it had formed. "Dunno how y'cope 'round 'ere."

Not like he has a better place back in Kanto, the hypocrite. But that doesn't matter, nor does it come to mind, even. A week in Alola for some specific reason and he will make the most of it. Again. Succumbing to the sea and the heat like a nice dream of escaping reality...

"How're things goin'? If am allowed to ask 'n all. I dunno." A shrug. "Things seem bad b'tween us? Or may jus' be me readin' it wrong."

@haerith said: "Every time I come to the beach, y'here."

“I mean… Kane, like… you realize po town is right there? Like — I could throw a rock and it would hit the walls, and I don’ have that good of a throw. You know that, right? … right?

… what are you doin’ back here, anyway? I won’t tell boss that you’re here, but … be careful.”

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Who are you, really?

There's no way of knowing which Kane you will get that day. A date? How cute! But who will he turn up as? Perhaps the common one, or maybe the flirty one?

Often he dresses so casual as to blend in with society, nobody any wiser to who he can be. Loose tanks and baggy, open shirts, coupled with rough jeans, you may get this persona, the one who wouldn't fight back or dare argue in any situation. The defeated pushover. Or he may trust you and you get the flirty, scantily clad one, who takes all advances as positive and plays it to his every whim where he is in control of the situation.

It truly depends on the level of trust of who he's with, and how he's feeling that day. Some days he is confident enough to show skin, brushing off any negativity as he struts around in knee-high heeled boots, taunting and laughing and having a great time. But then you have the more common down days where he hides himself and who he can be, turning to a bland, depressive persona, where the world feels against him, and his body proves too horrid to even look at.

The world can be cruel, and he has to be careful.

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"I am CUTE an' I know it."

He's having one of those days of over confidence. Rare, but they do happen.

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// If Kane looked a tiny bit more masc??? Younger Ville Valo vibes.

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@plasmajaws commented on a post: Stares back at them ominously from the darkness…

"HELP! There's a weird cat lookin' at me!!!"

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@crueliste commented on a post: 🔴 _ 🔴 stares back from the darkness

Aw hell naw, he's gonna hide under the copious amounts of blankets he has.

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@faegabond commented on a post: "... You want some malasada?" Offers half her Malasada

Oh that's tempting. Ahhhh! He doesn't cave, however, instead smiling.

"S'yours! But thanks~"

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Stares at you like 🥺

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Wait, even he jumps the turnstiles.

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"This is how the government gets y'. They send you a quiz an' y'start thinkin' of the answer an' then they GET YOUR BRAIN WAVES! An' so y'get more adverts an' shit for the same thing. Until you drown in them."

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"My secrets shall stay in the bedroom, good sir~!"

[ He's trying not to cackle at this. By the dragons, it's not even Sunday yet- ]

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❗ dailyquests Follow

Be Normal about That Old Man.

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Dragapult

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He's lying on the ground of his dorm room with his back against the door while clutching a knife close to his chest, ensuring nobody can get in. It's become a frequent thing that people try and break it open to bully him in whatever manner they see fit, as rumours swell and travel, saying that he's actually a traitor and did this and that, all those bad things coming out. He's disloyal. He's easy to pick on. He's in debt to the gang. The usual shit. And it's true for the most part, except the loyalty thing, as if he has a choice in the matter. He can't betray Rocket because then his life would be even more hellish. No. They wouldn't kill him. That's too easy. And that scares him.

Every so often, he has to jump up in the night, or day during a well-needed nap, to prevent someone getting in. It's become tiresome but so normal that he's had to fix a chain lock to the door, which it does help, yes, but there's so many strong people that they can just kick the door down, or simply break it in half. It's made of flimsy wood and he hates it. He hates everybody. He hates everything, and as he lies there, he can't help but squeeze shut his eyes and pretend everything is normal, letting himself drift a little but not sleep. If he sleeps then he may be too sluggish to fight off an attacker. So he's always exhausted, falling asleep in all the wrong places. His bed has become a place of fear. To lie down and get comfortable is to be vulnerable.

Maybe he could drag the dresser back into place behind the door instead of lying there. Maybe. But then again he's too tired to move it. So he just holds the knife stronger and curls up tighter, wondering how to solve all of his issues.

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Why does he like all the wrong people??

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The old guys are fighting, and they look so alike!