Sollux woke to the smell of honey wafting through the air. He slithered out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen where he found Mituna doing something by the stove.

"What are you doing?" Sollux asked, frozen by the entrance. Mituna turned around, the visible parts of his face and t-shirt splattered with flour, and his hands looked like a combination of flour and honey.

"I'm macking honey-cakes."

"Honey-cakes?" Sollux fully entered the room and slowly walked over to his brother who had resumed his activity. The stove was being put to work, a pan on top of it cooking up what looked like pancakes. Mituna was stirring a bowl of batter next to it with the nearby counters a mess of flour everywhere.

"Honey-cakes?" Sollux repeated surveying the damage of Mituna's breakfast. He was more shocked at the fact Tuna remembered honey cakes rather than the mess his Dad would probably have him clean up. Honey-cakes were something Mituna would make all the time before the accident. Just pancakes with honey incorporated into them. Their Mother's favorite food. Ever since then, Mituna has been a shell of himself, his brain damage making things more hard for him to do that used to be easy. He forgets a lot of things too nowadays, and he would throw tantrums that could end good or bad.

Mituna picked up one of the deformed slabs of pancake and held it out for Sollux to take.

"Eat." He said, before picking one up and shoving it in his own mouth. Sollux slowly chewed, feeling around the uncooked parts but mostly tasting that same familiar food he would often wake to.

"Why does it smell like so much honey down here?" A voice came from behind them. Mituna quickly turned the stove off and grabbed a pancake, not paying attention to the pan of uncooked pancakes that fell to the floor.

"Dad I made honey cakes." He said and held it out. Tsymon Captor looked from Sollux to Mituna. Back to Sollux, then Mituna, then the messy kitchen.

"Oh, I see." He replied calmly. He took the pancake from the eldest boy and took a bite.

"You liek?" Sollux and Tysmon shared eye contact before Sollux went back to eating. Tsy then looked down at his son and smiled.

"It's delicious kiddo, nice job." Mituna smiled widely and raced out the door of the kitchen to go do something else.

"I can't believe he remembered that." Sollux said from the table, eating two more pancakes. Tsymon grabbed two more himself.

"Same here, I missed the little moments."

"Ew Dad."

"Shut up twerp." The two shared a comfortable silence for a few short moments.

"You know you're cleaning this up, right Sol?"

"Oh come on!"

"And that's why I was late this morning." Sollux finished his story by taking a swig of water from his bottle.

"Maybe this means he'll start remembering old stuff again." Aradia suggested. Sollux capped the bottle.

"No, Dad said that this probably wouldn't change anything. He's been having way more fits lately too. I think he's getting worse."

"Sollux don't say that, you have to-"

"Have to what think positive?" He snapped. "I'm tired of people telling me shit's gonna get better. The old M.T is dead and gone. End of the story." Aradia placed a gentle hand on his and gave it a pat. The bell rung soon after, and Sollux quickly pulled away and raced off for his first class. He couldn't focus on learning french right now, his mind was somewhere else. So it took him a bit to realize the poking at his back. He turned around to Dave Strider holding out a paper.

"Yo Captor, did you do the homework?" Sollux shook his head.

"Do you honestly think I did that."

"True." Dave climbed out of his seat and onto Sollux's desk. "I don't know why the old hag assigns so much bullshit for homework, she knows no one's gonna do it."

"Because she wants us to suffer along with all our other classes." Dave nodded and picked up a textbook and started flipping through it, the reflection bouncing off his shades.

"You know if I were in charge of the curriculum we'd be learning the sickest shit right now, not being forced into a slow and painful death by lecture."

David Strider the desk is not a siège! Remove yourself at once!" The teacher called from the other side of the room. Dave leaned down closer to Sollux.

"I'll see you in hell." The two grinned and Dave jumped off the desk.

The rest of the was just a blur. A mess of dodgeballs being thrown at his head in gym, pop quizzes in pre-calculus, two new books to read by the end of the week in English and thinking of an all new science project since his teacher thought the science behind technology, "wasn't appropriate for the things they were learning." As Sollux proceeded to his make his way out of the school he was stopped by Karkat who looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Holy shit dude, are you okay?" Sollux asked observing his friend closely.

"That's a question you don't ever fucking ask me, do I look okay to you?" Karkat growled out rubbing his eyes.

"You look like shit."

"That's what I thought. Can you come over my house today? I downloaded a game that screwed up my files." Sollux dramatically held a hand to his heart and mocked sadness.

"You're just using me K.K? Why can't I come over just to hang out?" He cried.

"Cause I don't feel like hearing your complaints on top of mine right now." The shorter boy scowled.

"Well I guess you're in luck because I can't go over anyway."

"What, why?"

"Grounded." Karkat groaned.

"What do you mean you're grounded?" He yelled.

"I mean, ever since I got that stupid C on my test my Dad grounded me." Sollux explained pushing open the door to the school, to be met with a heavy downpour.

"You've gotta be fucking me." Karkat hissed, yanking his hood over his disheveled hair; Sollux doing the two walked out into the storm and shielded themselves from the elements.

"Fine fuckwad, leave me to deal with my ass-top myself!" Karkat called over the wind.

"Look just bring it by my place before 10, that's when my Dad normally gets back." Sollux replied. The two said their goodbyes and went on their way.

The storm didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. The walk to his house seemed even more challenging due to the wind that whipped across his exposed skin. Just then a large gust of wind barreled over the area, causing everything to move its way. Tree branches swayed, litter was picked up from it's resting place and thrown around; purple umbrellas danced in the air. Wait what? Sollux originally thought it was just another piece of garbage flying around, but no it was a fancy looking purple umbrella.

"Hey, grab that umbrella!" A familiar voice called. And then it hit him. The umbrella and who its owner is. Sollux pried the thing off his face and forced it together long enough for Eridan to run over, soaked from head to toe.

"You gonna give me that or what?" He snapped, snatching the umbrella back.

"Uh, you're welcome." Sollux corrected. Eridan shot him a look.

"What are you even doing out here E.D, aren't you a little far away from home?"

"It's none of your business!" Eridan said over the gust of wind that blew through.

"Fine whatever, I don't have time for your attitude." Sollux began trudging away only to get hit by something again.

"Are you fucking serious?" He yelled as Eridan ran back over and reclaimed his umbrella.

"It's not my fault it keeps blowin away!" Eridan shot back. "It's the storm!"

"Stop opening it idiot! It's just gonna keep getting away from you!" Sollux yelled.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Fine!" Sollux turned and briskly walked away. Then it happened again. Hit in the back with a parasol for the third time.

"Stop following me! Sollux shouted, watching Eridan run over again, to retrieve his umbrella again.

"I'm not followin you!" Eridan retorted.

"Then why the hell do you keep hitting me with your shit, and why the hell are you always behind me!"

"It's none of your business Sol!"

"Tell me or I call the cops!" Eridan adjusted his hood and strutting towards the other boy.

"You're goin to call the police on a tenant who lives in this area?" He deadpanned. Sollux awestruck.

"You live around here?" He repeated.

"Are you deaf? That's what I said didn't I?"

"Where the hell do you live?"

"What? I'm not tellin you ya weirdo!" Eridan yelled defensively over another gust of wind. Sollux shook his head.

"Nevermind I don't care anyway." As he was about to turn around, Eridan caught him by the arm.

"I'm gonna ask you one thin though," He said with a snarl. Sollux held in a groan.

"And what's that."

"Where's Pacific Lane?"

"Pacific," Sollux repeated.

"Are you just gonna repeat every goddamn word I say or tell me where it is?" Eridan snapped. Sollux glared back in return. Well, glared as best he could with water and wind in his face.

"Shut live on Pacific?"

"Just tell me where it is Captor." Sollux pointed forward.

"Just down this street a little more and then the second right leads onto Pacific." He instructed. Eridan wiped off his glasses and made his way to follow Sollux's directions.

"You're welcome." Sollux yelled, but he knew he didn't hear him. So Eridan lived on Pacific Lane? That's not that far from his house. Too close.