On Any Other Day

[earthborn]

Who| Shepard And Her Adoring Fans
What| The Customer Complaints Desk Is [OPEN]
Where| A lovely little park outside a lovely little café on a quiet day when the sun is shining, just after a certain network post
When| The morning after Shepard's Exposé goes live.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of murder, genocide, cussing, and political discourse. God help us all.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, she's got a rail-thin barrista with a shock of violet-pink hair, and he keeps bringing her coffee from all the way across the street. On any other day, she'd call it perfect— he keeps sarcastically saluting her and she keeps sarcastically thanking him as 'private', and the coffee is damn good in addition to cheap and hand-delivered. On any other day.

But despite the shining weather and the convenient caffeine-drip, she's not set up here with the empty chair beside her own for the sake of simple joys.

Come at me, bro.

Comments

[earthborn]

"Well I'm very sure that me letting you take me out doesn't give you a vote on what I choose to do professionally," She's very good at anger, she excels at threats, both real and insincere. But when Jane drops the pretense of threat altogether, impinging upon the realm of promise, it is not with fire that she meets her enemy; it is ice, "Now she came to me, so the only opinions here that matter are hers and mine, so you'd better stow that attitude or take it elsewhere."

She likes you, Kurloz Makara, in the worst way, but Shepard cannot tolerate interference with her appointed mission. No relationship, however entertaining or passionate, can survive a forced conflict between the two. Shepard lets that sit between them like the firm snap of a closed book, then sits back in her chair, a clear dismissal of the topic. This is one of my limits, and it will bend no further. This is the end of that discussion.


"Nah, you came down here to make sure nobody was giving me too much shit about committing war crimes," and then, to distract him, "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

[carnagecarnival]

Cold and dismissive. Just casting him and what all he says the fuck off. This is why he really hated her. But it's also why it digs in.

"AIN'T POSING NO QUERIES IN WANT OF A OPINION MOTHERFUCKING PROFESSIONAL, SHEPARD, I ASKED AS A MATTER ALL THE FUCK ASIDE THAT," He says. "A care of recruitment for this entire fucking planet ain't one what all I got."

And he's not at all annoyed that Terezi really did go to her first. And he's not up and bothered that this is being taken serious.

"THE POINT IS, I AIN'T WANT THE PYROPE TO DIE AND I AIN'T WANT MY KISMESIS TO BE THE ONE WHAT ALL SEES HER THE FUCK OFF!"

He stands, chair scraping back along the ground. Heads turn, he can feel the eyes on his back and on Shepard, even with his own head down. He hopes they all die. He hopes they choke on their motherfucking bilejuice.

He doesn't want to talk about this with Shepard. He's not sure he even wants to talk about it with Mituna, because then he has to think about the thought of losing anyone having meaning on him.

And her last jab would work any other time but he still hasn't sorted this all out none at all and puts a fucking fog up where all it would otherwise find its mark. "Would you feast ganderbulbs upon such glories as this, ain't nobody is giving shit up at all."

At one time, it all went to coming back to the Signless, all those sinners, all his work. Now, here, it's all going back to Terezi, every little thing, every breaking piece. If he leaves now, what would happen with he and Jane? Probably something he won't like, he thinks. Problem is he ain't too sure which that is at the moment. Fucking shit.

"MAY A SISTER FIND MUD IN HER MOTHERFUCKING COFFEE. He'll see you around the district."

And maybe that at least, could be something guaranteed.