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Who| Cuthbert and Open
What| Extremely mature pouting and moping
Where| District 3 Suites, mostly
When| After his death and return to the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| none so far

Cuthbert Allgood is not taking his latest death well. It doesn't help that his fight with Sherlock is making the rounds in the highlight reel, and he's taking it harder than he has in the past. He hasn't talked to anyone so far, not even the avoxes who he will carry on half conversations with most of the time.

For someone who spends a lot of his time training normally he hasn't been further out of the District 3 Suites than to ride the elevator down to District 1 and back up. He hasn't even been able to get off the elevator to see someone he really wants to see.

Most people will find him wrapped up under a blanket from his room in the main District 3 eating area watching and (surprisingly) not commenting on their activities. All of this is abnormal behavior for him, not that he would notice or care at this point.

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The Psiioniic isn't one to worry about people. It's...not necessarily that caring isn't in his nature, but it's not something he's done for centuries. It's weird to him, and so he's been doing his best to not care. If he's afraid to care, well, he's not going to say anything about it.

But when he sees Cuthbert standing in the elevator, wrapped in a blanket and looking like hell, he knows that he can't just leave the boy alone. Especially not after what Cuthbert has done for him.

"Cuthbert? What are you doing?" He raises an eyebrow, standing in the elevator's door and holding it open as he stares at the human.

"Riding." He tells Psii, as if that wasn't already obvious. He's not too keen on being found, especially not like this.

"I'll go back."

He means to his rooms, and he sounds like he's been reprimanded. But it doesn't matter what it is, he's shrinking away from the troll and back toward the back of the elevator.

"...Right." Well, this just got a million times fishier. Fishier than the throne room on Battleship Condescension.

He shuffles into the elevator, reaching out to grab onto Cuthbert's blanket. He's not going to let him get away so easily. "You thhould come to my thuite inthtead. I've got thome cool thhit I can thhow you."

Like his tribble. Hell yeah.

Cuthbert isn't exactly in a position to say no right now. And even if he was, he doesn't really want to. So he lets Psii drag him back to the District 2 Suites and just sort of mumbles into his blankets.

"I don't want any honey. Not right now."

"Good, becauthe I don't thhare."

He bustles around his room, glancing over at Cuthbert every so often. The boy can probably tell what he's so excited about, because, well, there's only piles of tribbles around.

"Thethe thingth can lay children on their own. Ithn't that cool?"

Cuthbert hasn't seen anything like this before and he's not all that impressed now that he is seeing it. There's really nothing that would qualify as a 'pet' where he's from. If there are animals around, they're around to work, not look cute and do nothing.

"So can humans, just your strange species needs outside intervention to propagate."

He gives one pile of tribbles a dirty look.

Way to be a downer, Cuthbert. The Psiioniic can't help but be excited by these - the animals on Alternia are deadly, no matter how small and cute they are, so it's rare for him to get so close to something.

"That'th not what I meant." He gives Cuthbert a Look. "I know mammalth lay their own young, but...I mean, only one of them ith needed to make children, not two."

Enjoy the tribbles dangit.

If he was in better spirits he might see the danger in infinitely self replicating life forms, but he's not really thinking with a clear head at the moment.

"What are they good for? It doesn't look like there's enough meat on one to make skinning it worthwhile."

Why is it so hard to cheer people up? Maybe he's not cut out for friendship.

"...I don't know? Looking cute, making noithe." He will not let your mood beat him, dammit. "Throwing at people."

Fine, if that's what they're for, he throws one at Psii.

"It doesn't help."

He goes back to curling in his makeshift cocoon and not looking at the troll.

Wow. He grimaces, dodging just in time to miss getting hit in the face.

"Maybe you're throwing it at the wrong perthon," he mutters, bending over to snatch the tribble from where it landed on the floor and stroking its fur.

"I don't want to throw them at myself, it won't help either. And I've no one else to blame for my current situation."

He huffs and sinks down until he's just a pair of eyes over the top of his blanket.

Sigh. This is going to be more difficult than he thought. He shuffles over to Cuthbert, tugging at his blanket.

"Are you thure there'th nobody you can throw thingth at? Nobody who detherveth a fathe full of fluff?"

"I've made my own misery. You're welcome to throw as many of them at me as you can. I would deserve it and a thousand times worse."

He lets the blanket go enough to partially de-cocoon. He's dressed in pants and a loose fitting shirt, but they haven't been washed or taken off since he got back some time ago. He probably doesn't smell too great either, once his blanket barrier is broken.

That is enough to make him pause with his hands still holding onto Cuthbert's blanket, and it's a long, long moment of him just staring at the younger man. He's probably too close, squinting at him and trying to read him. He smells terrible, but...

There is a bigger problem here. He sighs, slowly shuffling back and crossing his arms. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I've no stomach to deny myself the truth at this time. I was the fool who got myself stabbed by a man who could barely swat a fly in most circumstances."

He pulls back, like he doesn't want to show himself to Psii anymore. He hates himself and he wants everyone else to hate him too.

The Psiioniic doesn't move from where he stands, the look on his face growing incredulous. This...this is why he's upset.

"You're upset because you died while being forced into a situation that makes sure that all but one person dies."