#very upset the html breaks his quirk

[ephemeralbreakpoint]

i might focus on johnquest later, but i also remembered something a lot less depressing and it's kind of digging a hole in my heart.

so especially in the earlier days after we won juno was a sad mess, this is a given, he is me of course. a lot of times he'd keep himself up all night crying about something and if his moirail was too busy working (which was always) then it was my obligation to make him feel better. i thought so, anyway. i was basically his on call emotional support kitty, by which i mean it was often he missed the heck out of pounce and wanted me to be his substitute, which could mean anything from laying at the edge of his bed and purring really loudly until he could sleep or mushing my ears against his gross acne riddled face while he gives me pets. i asked him one time if he was using me as a shield for the trained snipers on him and he bonked me on the head.

one time he missed hunting with her, though, so he somehow convinced me to go out with him in the woods by his creepy little murder hut and he told me to kill whatever, just as long as we use it all later. and one honestly kind of worrying realization that i am really well attuned for slaughter later, he takes me back into his room and drops everything and he starts painting blood on the walls. i'm sure most johns would have questions, but by now my bullshit tolerance was so sky high this didn't even register as something bizarre. like yeah, of course that's something nepeta would do. so per his request i help him, but i couldn't draw for shit and we were lacking in color variety (i cannot believe i asked him "how do you mix green") so it looked kind of ass. i mean. by standards of finger paint blood murals, i guess.

we finish up, and he steps back to look at it more objectively. and with the most genuine happiness i have ever heard from a dave, he just says "you know what... i dont really ever want to go back to that". and while i stand there trying to think of a response to that, he comes up behind me and rubs blood all in my hair. so i retaliate and slap him, and we keep splashing blood all over each other until we get tired of laughing about it. and by that point i had to go home and shower before the blood stained my ears, which is a thing i actually had to worry about a lot for some reason. but i have to admit it kinda disappointed me we never did anything like that ever again.

he eventually put a lot of much better looking murals in there, it was a hobby of his always. but that shitty little portrait of us stayed forever.