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Alt title: Hidden drawback.
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In case it wasn't obvious. Kitsu has serious attachment issues. And so does Missy.
Kitsu clings to anything and everything she considers hers with a desperate fervor. So afraid of losing what she has that she feels a need to exercise violence to deter others from fucking it up. The hospital when the Merchants attacked, the hospital with the girl Vicky roughed up, and now Sophia.
While Missy is so starved of affection and attention that she's unwilling to do anything she thinks might upset others. So she tries to be a paragon that others look up to.
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Grimnosh: The problem is that only three out of the six of us have access to a computer. And mine is a laptop and I have, crappy, internet.
And yeah, Vicky and Kitsu don't hate each other. They just don't get along.
Neil has brains, and while Sarah sleeps with him for his, abilities. She married him for everything else.
In regards to the Merchants? They lost Carnage to the PRT and Maureen died. As well as the handful of drivers being arrested.
All of that, was deemed acceptable to Scarecrow. His goal, doesn't need them. And Mechanic could be pushed to the right side of the tracks.
If the right people were there to nudge him.
SonicTundra: Everyone has boundaries. And people are mixed bags. It only makes sense. But thank you, I like making nuanced characters.
Kaykaykaykayan: Hey, everyone has their interests. And couples who are together for long times need to learn how to spice things up.
Gogmazios: Still good to have you back! And you're welcome for the chapter.
DancingLeaf: That's fair, hell when I started this series I was only on book 3. The Dark Wolf Shiro introduced me to the series through fanfic. And I started reading up on it. Then the wiki, and I got enamored with its power system. Oh, and I stopped at book 17 because it was getting too depressing for me.
And maybe. I personally think that a second trigger is brought on by going through the same trauma a second time. And your power not being enough to help you this time, so it evolves or readjusts to solve that.
Kitsu may be devious, but she will always be herself, unapologetically. It's why if Missy suddenly decided she was straight and not bi, Kitsu would be sad. But she wouldn't date Missy anymore. She wouldn't change herself just to make someone else happy.
RadChaos897: Your brain is weird.
Thursday already passed, the chapter ended on Friday. No lewds for you! Use your imagination! I'll give a start. Chair, hand cuffs, blind fold.
And Mechanic is a scrapped OC MC. Similar to Popper, the guy that teleported Kitsu to Behemoth. That's why his character has so much depth. But I figured I'd make a more light hearted story first. And his later.
Casanova5424: Better late than never! Fun fact! Due to Kitsu's adjustments to herself, she doesn't really get horny like a normal teenager. That's why she doesn't see what her teasing does to Missy. To her she's just having a bit of fun. And why she doesn't see anything wrong with being so touchy feely.
It was explained in the good ending bonus. Kitsu is always ready, but is never horny. At least, not until her heat. And that's because of her adjustments.
And yeah, fuck Sophia. All my homies hate Sophia.
That's ironically not a joke.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Saturday, July 17th, Dallon House, 1pm-
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Kitsu POV
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So, there are a total of TWO people in this family who can cook.
"Well done!" Vicky calls out.
"This is a family of HEATHENS!" I shout my frustration as I smack the tongs on the grill repeatedly.
I'm the designated cooker for this little barbeque cook out. We're celebrating Neil's promotion. And as the only other person aside from said celebrator, and because I'm grounded, I was forced to be the grill master.
That and we're doing a bit of a fourth of July celebration as well. The actual fourth of July was too hectic. And a lot of the city didn't celebrate it seeing as all of the crap that happened.
So here I am, in skinny jeans, a plaid red shirt and a pink kiss the cook apron that used to be Vicky's when she was ten. And these fuckers are all paganistic heathens! Well done rib-eye?! Wherever he is, Gordon Ramsey is crying.
"You're getting medium rare!" I shout back.
"I'm trying to watch my cholesterol!" She yells back.
"Then eat a salad!" I call back.
"Um, I'll take a medium rare sirloin." Missy says softly next to me.
She's avoiding her parents. Her mom asked her who she'd rather stay with, her, or her dad. She asked this, in front of the guy. Starting an argument, and so Missy fled.
It's been four hours, and as far as I'm aware, they have yet to notice she's missing. And so she sort of invited herself.
She's in the adult Nep hoodie with her purple sunglasses and blue jeans. And her hair is wavy when out of costume. Personally I like it better wavy.
"And that's why you're my favorite." I say as I turn, lean over and pat her head. Earning an adorable blush and smile. "You get two."
"How is that fair!?" Vicky shouts.
"You're dieting! You don't get to complain!" I shout back.
I wish I was inside playing Xbox with Eric and Pinky. Or as the internet calls them, The Cotton Candy Duo. Mainly because of their blue and pink color schemes.
Oh! And the Xbox Kinect is coming out in November! I remember I loved that! Oh I can't wait!
I wanted to invite Lyra. But one, I'm grounded and don't want to push it. Two, she isn't allowed off The Rig until she can reign in her more violent tendencies. Like punching people if they run up to her while making eye contact.
Yeah, turns out that one is pretty hard wired. She's apparently punched five different employees.
Her and Missy get along at least!
Speaking of. I turn to Missy.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask as I look down to her.
"Huh?" She asks in confusion.
"Can't you read?" I say as I gesture to the apron.
And cue the blush!
"Oh, well um." She stutters with a shy smile. "Well you're just so much taller than me right now."
In other words. We're in view of several people and Missy is getting shy.
"Never stopped me." I say and lean down. Planting a smooch on her lips. "Mwah!"
I go back to my cooking of steaks and burgers.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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She is, such, a tease!
Humming in that gorgeous voice, swaying her tail, wearing those skinny jeans! News flash, curvy girls in skinny jeans. Aaaaaahh!
Though Kitsu is more slim curvy than straight up curvy. Still gives her a round, heart shaped booty that is amazing. That she is flaunting to me! That outline and that little crease that give the impression the jeans are her skin.
If she weren't at a grill and there weren't a bunch of people around. I'd show her!
Push her up against a wall and hold her waist. Make out as she wraps her arms around my neck. Her sweet, cute little squeaks she lets out when she's surprised. The way her wagging tail would shake us.
Just picturing it. I-
"Missy!"
"Huh!" I squeak in surprise as my sunglasses are taken off.
Kitsu is crouched slightly and staring at me with a smirk.
"I know I said I don't mind if you stare, but damn." She says. "Am I that entrancing that you can't hear me?"
"Oh, you're positively mesmerizing." I say back quietly in an attempt to regain control.
A blush and a stutter. Success!
"Yeah, well. Your steaks are done!" She says and hands me a plate. "You were too busy staring at my butt that you didn't hear me."
I take the plate and walk towards the table. Putting my sunglasses on as I suppress my blush.
"Yeah, I was just deciding between what I wanted a bite of more." I say quietly.
I don't know what that's supposed to mean. But I saw it on a sitcom once and it got the girl all sorts of messed up over it.
*Clack*
*Thunk*
Turning around, I see she fell off the stool and dropped the tongs on the grill.
My work is done here. Having a girlfriend who can hear you when you whisper is fun!
As I sit down at the end, next to Vicky. Dean walks into the backyard. Vicky gets up and flies over to him. And I can't help but blush a little. Yeah I'm over him. But he was my first crush! I'm allowed to reminisce.
Him and Vicky share a kiss and she guides him over to where we're sitting. With her moving over so Dean can sit between us.
"Hey Mis-"
"Vista, while there are others around." I stop him.
"It's just New Wave here." He says. "And why're you wearing sunglasses? It's cloudy."
"Identity." I say.
And I'm so used to wearing something over my eyes that it feels, weird, to not have something there. Like my face is naked.
"Pfft." I laugh at a recent memory.
"What?" Dean asks.
"Just remembering when Kitsu tried to wear sunglasses." I chuckle.
"It's not funny!" She shouts from her spot at the grill.
"What, happened?" Dean asks.
"They fell right off her face." I chuckle. "No ears to hook onto."
"Discrimination!" Kitsu calls out. "Boycott big eyewear! They refuse to be inclusive!"
"She really is like this twenty four seven." Dean says with a look of surprise.
"I told you!" Vicky calls out. "If she's not hyper or putting on some show, she's asleep or plotting something."
"I don't put on a show!" Kitsu calls back indignantly. "I am the show! Neil! How you want your steak!?"
"Warm and rare!" He calls back. "If it doesn't kick me when I stab it, then it's too cooked!"
"Mah man!"
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-Medhal Psychiatric Department, 2pm-
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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"You don't have to be here." I say as the nurse guides us.
"Just making sure you actually go through with this." Mom says. "Besides, this is where I leave you."
"Huh?" I ask as I step through the door.
"You're an adult now sweetie. Confidentiality." She says as she turns around. "See you in the waiting room."
"Crystal Pelham?" I hear from the desk.
Turning to the desk, I see an older, gray haired man. Sitting at the desk. A Dr. Kalile.
'Great, I get to tell my sex life to a creepy old man who's probably going to whack it to what I tell him.' I think sourly.
"Yeah, let's get this over with." I say as I sit down.
"Not here by choice?" He asks.
"Not really." I say. "My mom caught me and my boyfriend doing it in the house a few times and thought I'd need medication."
"Sarah?" He asks.
"Yeah?" I say with a raised brow.
"Hrm, well, that brings us past the first three questions. And to the rest. So, how often were you caught, and in how short a timeframe?" He asks.
"Why do you need to know that?" I ask.
It's a creepy question!
"I don't need exact details or anything, just numbers, and a time frame." He says.
That's, less, creepy and uncomfortable.
"About, three or four, in a little less than a month." I say.
"Oh, kay." He says, as he writes down on a paper. "Now, in that same timeframe, how often were you active in general?"
"Again, why?" I ask. "I have a healthy sex life, so what?"
"Sooner you answer the questions, sooner you can tell your mother you're fine and will never have to see me again." He says.
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"Fine, about, twenty or so." I say as I look away.
I can't help it! Fire is just that good in bed! I don't even use my toys anymore because of him. I'd throw them out if they weren't so expensive.
"Hrrm." He hums. "How often do you find your mind wandering to topics of sex?"
"A normal amount I'd say." I tell him with a shrug.
"And what is a, normal, amount?" He asks.
"Anytime it's brought up or something suggestive happens." I say with a shrug. "That's normal."
"It is, but, how often does it just, pop, into your head." He asks. "No prompting."
"About, three or four times a day." I shrug.
"Okay, that's nothing out of the ordinary. Humans are very sexual creatures." He says.
"Thank you!" I say as I throw my arms up. "Tell that to my mother!"
"I can't disclose what I discuss about my patients. To, from, or with. Not without written and informed consent." He says. "Sorry, they drill that into us during monthly report."
"It's fine." I say.
"Now, can you stop these thoughts? Or do they persist." He asks.
"Never bothered to stop them." I say with a shrug.
"Alright, now, how often do you act on these thoughts?" He asks.
Fuck.
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-Dallon House, 2:30pm-
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Kitsu POV
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Finally! All the burgers and hot dogs are cooked!
I thought about using my biokinesis to make Neil's steak actually kick him when he tried to cut it. But I couldn't figure out how, so I gave up.
"Alright!" I yell. "Burgers and hot dogs are done!"
"Why are you yelling!" Vicky asks from the table, twenty feet away.
I turn to her and shrug before hopping down from my stool.
"I like yelling." I say as I walk over to my girlfriend and plant myself in her lap.
I made her food first for obvious reasons.
"Um, hi?" She says as I stare at her. "Is there something on my face?"
I stare at her and smile. Before nuzzling our cheeks together.
"Just prettiness." I say as I enjoy the sound of her heart rate increasing.
"Why don't we do that?" Vicky asks Dean.
"Um, because-" He doesn't get to finish before Vicky plants herself in his lap.
"There, now. Kiss me lover boy." She says dramatically before kissing him.
I look over to them and see Dean's clearly uncomfortable face.
Wait for it.
"Hm!?" Vicky squeaks as her eyes shoot open and she pulls back with a blush.
"That's why." Dean whispers.
"Here? Now? We're in public!" Vicky hisses.
'heh heh, boner alert.' I think as I hold in a snort.
"Not like I can control it." He whispers back.
"Hey, Missy." I whisper to her. "Can you hear them?"
"I hear a lot of, spa hs shish." She says.
Hmm. So they are being quiet. I just have little sense of what quiet is from others.
"Hm." I hum as Vicky awkwardly whisper argues with Dean. "The benefits of having a girlfriend as opposed to a boyfriend." I say for her to hear.
"Okay, I get, that you can hear me. But privacy." She glares.
"Hm, nah." I say as I turn in Missy's lap. Going from sideways to chair sitting in her lap. "Hold me."
She does so. Wrapping her arms around my waist as Neil comes out of the house with Eric and Pinky. Who grab their own paper plates and fill up.
My tail is currently pressed against Missy's waist and to the side. Coming up and around so I can cover us with it.
"Mrm, I love you." I say to her.
"I love you too." She says as we nuzzle and cuddle.
"Oh my gosh, that's so sweet!" Pinky gushes from the fold out table where all the food is.
"Just don't fall asleep." Dad says as he sits down across from me and Missy. "And Vicky, save yourself the embarrassment and get off of Dean."
"Kitsu gets to sit in her dates lap!" Vicky cries out with a red face.
Now whether it's a red face due to embarrassment or indignation. Is anyone's guess.
"Yeah, because what she's doing isn't an article of clothing away from-"
"Okay!" She says and floats off of Dean and next to him. Throwing her arms on the table as she puts her head in her hands.
"I'll um. Go get us some food." Dean says as he stands up.
"Hmm, hey Dad!" I pipe up as I get a devious idea.
"Hrm, wasch up?" He asks through his food.
"If that's your concern, then couldn't Dean sit in Vicky's lap?" I ask.
"Mrm." He swallows his food. "Yeah, I don't see a problem with that." He finishes with a grin.
"There, I found you a solution." I say to the moper.
"It's not the same." She grumbles.
"What? Not a switch?" I ask with a grin.
"Pfft!" Dad spits his food out. "Where did you learn that!?"
"I hear more than I could ever want!" I say with mock excitement. "No one taught me that term. But I heard it enough."
"I'm confused." Missy says. "What's a switch supposed to be?"
"Not it!" Vicky says quickly as Dean sits down and hands her her food.
"What?" He asks. "Did I get the wrong food?"
"I'll tell you when you're older." I say and pat her on the cheek.
"You're only a week older than me." Missy counters.
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-3:30pm-
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I suck, at throwing things.
*Bap*
As exemplified with now. We're playing cornhole. Me and Missy are on a team. And Dad and Eric are on the other.
Dad is next to me. Eric is on the other side and just got a bean bag to the gut.
Dad and Eric are winning. Mostly because of Dad. Me and Missy are losing. Mostly because of me.
Pinky, Amy and Vicky are off to the side making bets on what I'll hit next.
"I win." Amy says.
"Next bet says Missy." Vicky says.
"Eric." Amy says.
"Mark." Pinky says.
"Can I get in on this?" Dean asks as he just came back from the bathroom.
"Sure." Vicky shrugs.
"I say one of us." He says, likely seeing my mood.
"He's hedging his bets!" I call back. "And he's right!"
"It was Vicky's idea!" Pinky shouts in her defense.
"You don't have to yell." Amy says. "She can hear you just fine if you talk normally."
"Really?" Pinky asks.
"Yes!"
*Bap*
Eric just scored a point by knocking his other bag in the hole. And I think Missy might be cheating. Warping the space in minute ways to effect the gravity and make it so that instead of throwing the bag. She's dropping it in the hole.
No I'm not just salty at having poor aim!
Dad's turn.
*Puft* Right in the hole.
*Puft* Right in the hole.
*Pap* Hit the bored, slid in the hole.
"Your turn kiddo." He smirks.
I pick up the blue bean bags. Aim, and.
*Ring*
Miss, hit the edge.
"Hmm?" Dad hums as he pulls out his phone.
Throw.
"Yellow?" Dad says into the phone.
"Hey sweetie, I'm on my way. Got off early and Alan's giving me a ride." I hear Mom's voice.
"In a car with another man." He say with false despair. "Is this the first sign?"
"If it is then you're screwed. Alan's a divorce lawyer."
I throw again!
*Paft*
Only for it to slide off!
"This game is rigged." I huff.
"I always knew it would end this way." Dad says dramatically. "I just wasn't good enough for you."
"Okay knock it off." Mom says. "Anyway, I invited him and his family over. So let Missy know to keep her sunglasses on."
Wait what?
"Alright, should I have Kitsu make more steaks?" He asks.
"Sure." Mom says nonchalantly.
"What do I look like? Your personal chef?" I say indignantly.
"Only when you're grounded!" Dad says with a smirk.
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This is BULLSHIT!
I hear a car pull into the drive way as I throw the rest of the burger patties on the grill. The trick to good burgers that no one in this house seemed to know, is you season the ground beef as you make the patties. Not the patty itself as you cook it.
"Look at it this way, you're the best cook in the house." Missy offers.
"I'm the only cook in the house." I correct. "Dad can't cook anything without a microwave, Mom thinks salt is a seasoning, the best Vicky can make is a PB&J sandwich. And Amy is on the EMT diet."
"The what?" Missy asks.
"The diet of most Emergency Medical Transports. It's sixty percent caffeine, twenty five percent snacks, ten percent meat, five percent ibuprofen and ice cream." I say.
"That, doesn't sound right." Missy says.
"She's drinking a coffee as we speak." I say.
Amy may have cut her hours at the hospital. But she still has a habit of, once she's there, she's there for a while. Like, Vicky's had to call her late at night to make sure she's not passed out in the break room.
Old habits.
"Oh my gosh!" I hear the familiar voice.
No.
"You cook?" Emma says as she walks up to us.
In response. I turn, pick up Missy, who eeps and blushes adorably, and place her in between me and Emma.
"Oh come on!" Emma says as she steps around the confused Missy.
"Don't you have your own fluff now?" I ask as I finish up the burgers. "One is enough, go bug her."
"Well, yeah." Emma says. "But the more the merrier, am I right?"
"Leave me alone!" I beg. "I don't like you!"
"Come on!" She whines. "You don't even know me! We could totally just click if you give it a chance."
'I know how superficial you are.'I think to myself.
"Um, what's going on?" Missy asks.
"She's a fan who doesn't know how to take no for an answer!" I say.
"That's not true!" Emma defends.
"I will snip you!" I say as I hold out the tongs. Snapping them at her.
"Should we do something?" I hear Pinky whisper to Vicky.
"Maybe? Go get Dean, he'll know what's going on better than us." Vicky replies.
"Hold on, back it up!" Missy says as she shoves Emma back. "She said no, so go."
"Hey! This has nothing to do with you!" Emma says.
"You're harassing my girlfriend." Missy says. "So buzz off!"
'Ooh! Missy is pissy!' I think to myself as I stare at her. 'It's kinda hot.'
"Oh! You're Vista!" Emma says excitedly. "I didn't recognize you without the green. Purple really isn't your color." She says.
"Hey! She's perfect!" I pipe up as I lean over on the stool to hug her defensively.
"Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot." Emma says.
"We got off on the wrong foot a mile ago." I say.
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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"So yeah, Emma's friend Madison has been staying over with us." Zoe says. "Though from what I've seen, I'm pretty sure they're more than friends. Emma hides it well, but Maddie doesn't. Or, can't."
"I'd imagine, a Case fifty three mutation that gives away your mood? On a teenager?" I respond.
Turns out Kitsu is friends with Emma and Madison. Which is odd, Kitsu never mentioned that to me. She normally tells me everything. Except who she's pissed off. According to her, she doesn't feed trolls, and attention is what they crave most.
Her way of saying, fuck'em, leave them be.
*Ring*
"Hrm?" I intone as I take out my phone.
It's Kitsu.
"What?" I ask. "Aren't you in the back yar- what's all that yelling?" I ask
"Get this redheaded narcissist away from me before I need you to represent me in court!"
*Click*
"Oh-ho-ho." I chuckle in disbelief.
"What?" Zoe asks.
"Well, speaking of Case fifty three's, one is about to be uber grounded." I say as I set my drink down.
I make my way to the backyard. The sounds of yelling getting louder as I step onto the back porch.
"What the hell is going on!?" I ask as I move around the girls on the porch.
"Emma's coming onto to Kitsu and won't take no for an answer." Amy says. "In front of Missy."
"What?" I ask as I look past them.
Dean is trying to play mediator as he's in between Emma and Missy, with Kitsu behind Missy.
"That's what I got." Vicky says. "Dean is trying to calm everyone down."
"I'm not here." Pinky says.
"Hey!" I shout. Getting all of their attention as I walk down the steps. "The hell's going on here!?"
"Stalker!/She won't leave us alone!" Kitsu and Missy say respectively.
"I'm just trying to get along!" Emma defends.
"You called my hoodie over designed and tacky!" Missy says.
"It is!" Emma defends.
"I designed it!" Kitsu says.
"Well, I'm sorry! If I knew that then-"
"You'd lie and say you love it?!" Kitsu accuses.
"Please, can we just start with lowering our voices?" Dean tries.
"Alright, Kitsu, Missy, inside." I say.
"But she-" Kitsu starts.
"Now!" I reinforce.
"Yes ma'am." Kitsu says quickly before disappearing from the stool, causing it to fall over.
Missy soon follows after, head down and tugging on her hood as she avoids my gaze.
"Mrs. Dallon, look I just-" Emma starts.
"Stop." I say as I hold a hand up. "You stay here. I'm getting your dad."
"Okay." She says simply with her head down a bit.
I turn around and walk back into the house. Going through the halls to the kitchen where all the adults are.
"What happened?" Mark asks. "You stormed off and Kitsu blitzed past with Missy following after."
"Alan, talk to your daughter." I say simply as I march past.
"Um, okay?" He says in confusion.
I walk past into the main hall towards Kitsu's room. She's there with Missy as they sit on her bed. Not saying anything.
"Missy, out." I say as I jut a finger to the door.
She hops off the bed and hurriedly rushes out of the room. And I close the door behind her. Shutting out the hallway light and causing Kitsu's eyes to glow in the dim light.
"What happened?" I demand.
"Emma showed up, I told her I wasn't interested in being her friend, she wouldn't leave me alone." Kitsu says. "Then Missy started standing up for me. And Emma said a few, insensitive things that upset us, and it escalated from there."
"I thought you and Emma were friends." I say.
"No, who said that?" Kitsu asks. Seemingly surprised and slightly appalled at the idea.
"Hrm." I hum.
'I need to have a talk with Alan.' I think sourly.
"Okay, now." I say as I walk closer and stand just before her, I lean down and speak firmly. "You ever talk to me like you did earlier on the phone again? And just hang up, you lose, everything. I mean it. This room will have nothing but a mattress and a bedframe. I will not be disrespected in my own home. Not over the phone, not through text, not in person, and certainly, not by someone who lives in it only because I allow it."
She hides behind her tail and shrinks into herself more and more as I talk. Her knees coming up and her ears folding back. The only thing visible being her glowing eyes.
"Got it?" I ask.
She nods.
"I can't hear your head moving." I say.
"Yes." She squeaks.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes ma'am." She squeaks with a quiver in her voice.
"Good." I say and come back up. "I still love you, and you're not in any more trouble."
After I say that, I turn around and walk out of the room. With Missy walking into the room after I leave.
Was I a bit harsh? Yes. But I'll not have her develop a habit of talking bad to me when she gets upset.
I make it back to the kitchen and pass the confused group of adults.
"Don't." I say as I walk past.
Making my way back to the back porch. I see Alan and Emma talking. With the girls and Dean back at the picnic table.
"Alan." I say simply.
"Carol, I was just about to speak with you. Emma, go hang out with the others while we speak." He says to the girl.
"Sure thing." She says and walks off.
I wait for her to leave, and turn back to Alan.
"Okay, what happened?" I ask.
"Just a simple misunderstanding between friends." He says. "It happens."
'Bullshit.' I think but don't say.
"Cut the crap Alan, we're not in a courtroom." I say. "What really happened?"
"Emma says it was just a misunderstanding." He says. "They're supposed to be friends and it turns out Vista got jealous of her. I mean I can see why, Emma is a very splendid young girl and-"
"Alan, you're misdirecting." I point out. "Kitsu says her and Emma aren't friends, never were."
"Kids argue, it happens." He says. "I'm sure given time Kitsu will forget about this."
'Doubtful.' I think to myself.
If Kitsu doesn't already like you, she can hold a hell of a grudge.
"Uh huh." I nod. "Now, if I ask one of the other four people who were there?"
"While I don't believe it necessary, I'm sure they'd say something similar." He says easily.
"Good." I say and turn to the table of teens. "Vicky! I need to talk to you for a second!"
"Sure!" She says and flies over. "What's up?"
"What happened?" I ask.
"Carol, you know as well as I that a-"
"Not, a courtroom, Alan." I cut him off. "Stop treating it like one. Vicky, start."
"Oh, that Emma girl came out, went straight for Kitsu, wouldn't leave her alone and got Missy involved. I had Pinky get Dean from the house to try and help and, well you saw how that worked out." She lists off as she touches down and leans on the rail.
"Thank you." I say. "You're good to go, that's all I needed."
"Sure thing." She says and flies off.
I turn back to Alan with a raised brow.
"I'm sure we can clear this up." He says with an easy, practiced, smile.
"Alan, take Emma home." I say. "That's as nice as I'm going to be about it."
"Very well." He says, knowing he lost.
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-1 Hour later-
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"Yeah, Emma's locked herself in her room so they won't be coming back." I say as I sip my wine.
"Shame, though to be fair. None of us knew about Emma and Kitsu not having the best relations." Mark says.
"Shame, Mark you want one?" Neil offers as he holds out a beer.
"Not right now, still too early." He says. "Alcohol and my meds don't mix well. Gotta wait till it's out my system all the way."
"Fair enough." Neil says with a shrug.
"Anyway, Kitsu's happier at least. And so is Vicky." I say. "Turns out neither of them like Emma."
"Makes sense, they're rather alike." Mark says.
"I take offense to that!" Kitsu shouts from across the house.
"Too bad!" Mark says.
"Does that ever get weird?" Neil asks with a raised brow.
"Eh, not really." Mark says with a shrug.
"All the damned time." I correct.
*Rrmm*
"Let me check that real quick." Neil says.
He pulls out his phone and checks it. Gaining raised brows as he stares at the screen.
"Everything all right?" Mark asks.
"Yeah, yeah it's good." He says as he puts his phone away. "Sarah was just letting me know what she's doing. On that note, I should probably stop with the beer. Still need to drive home."
"You're good, if nothing else I can take you home." Mark offers.
"It's alright." Neil says as he moves to the sink. "I've been trying to cut back lately anyway."
"Alright." I say.
"Ooh!" Kitsu says as she appears by Neil. "If you're done with it can I try it!?"
"You're, thirteen right?" He asks. "Sure."
"Hell no!" I say as I step forward and snatch the bottle, dumping it in the sink.
"Aw lighten up. Kid wants a little, let'r have some." He says. "I had my first beer when I was twelve."
"You snuck your first beer when you were twelve." I point out.
"And my dad gave me one when I was thirteen." He adds. "Mark, back me up here."
"Soy no hables engles." He says.
'Smart man.' I think smugly.
"It wouldn't be my first beer." Kitsu says.
"What!?" I ask as I turn to her. "Who gave you a beer!?"
"No one, I stole it a few years ago, it was either that or muddy water to drink." She says as though it's the simplest thing ever. "So, I plugged my nose, and woke up in another city twenty hours later."
"How much did you drink?" I ask.
"Um, one of those jug thingies." She says.
"Fuck, you downed a fifth?" Neil says in surprise.
"I guess?" She says with a tilt of her head. "Like I said, it was either that, or muddy street water."
I think about it for a second. And, it might be the wine. But if she can handle a fifth, she can handle a sip.
"Fine." I say and hand her my glass. "You can have a sip."
She takes a sip of my red wine. Smacking her lips as she tastes it.
"That's a lot better than the clear stuff." She says. "Sweeter too."
"Clear stuff?" I ask. "You mean vodka?"
"No, I think the bottle was called forever clear?" She says. "Or something like that."
'Everclear?!' I think to myself. 'No wonder she woke up in another city.'
Kitsu stays there for a bit as we just talk.
"Hey did we stock up on decaf?" Amy asks as she walks into the kitchen.
"Second shelf, right above the regular." Mark says.
"Thanks." Amy says as she walks past. "What's going on in here?"
"Your mother is turning Kitsu into a Wino." Mark snickers.
"Hey!" I say as I point at him. "If I was more sober I'd have something."
"Threats! Amy is witness!" He says. "Right? Amy?"
We turn to the girl. Who is just staring at us with wide eyes.
"What did you do?" She asks. "Kitsu can't have alcohol!"
"What do you mean?" I ask. "She said she's had some before."
"Yeah, she can survive it. But she has almost no tolerance!" Amy stresses. "Her biology causes alcohol to pass right through her!"
"Kitsu is this, where'd she go?" I ask as I turn around.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I am getting so many mixed signals!
"Like, you're just so amazing." Kitsu says as she nuzzles my cheek. "You put up with me, keep me in check, I love you so much."
"Um, I love you too." I say to the, currently, ditzy girl.
"And you make me feel wanted, you know?" She says. "The way you always seek me out, and how you always stare at me. You make me feel beautiful. I love you so much!"
"This is awesome." Vicky chuckles as she records us.
"Please stop." I beg for the sake of my sanity.
"No!" Kitsu says as she pushes me over to sit on top of me. "Never! I will never stop loving you! Unless you stop loving me. Please don't do that, I might kill someone if you did. Maybe Shadow Stalker."
"Don't do that." I say.
"Okay." She says as she lays down on me. Nuzzling her head into my chest!
And now she's giggling!
"Um, what's so funny?" I ask.
"So spiny~" She says as she pushes to sit back up. "Somebody catch me! Weee!"
*Thunk*
She falls over on her side. Off the couch and onto the floor.
"Why didn't anyone catch me?" She whines.
"Because you kinda did that out of nowhere?" Eric says from the other side of the coffee table were he and Pinky are taking turns on Peggle.
"Nowhere? Like Courage! The Cowardly Dog! Brings you the couragely dog show!" Kitsu says with a giggle.
"Kitsu, are you okay?" I ask, sitting up and turning to, well, actually sit on the couch.
"Hrm? Yeah~ just, ditzy blonde!" She says as she sits up.
That she is.
She sits crossed legged and closes her eyes. Before leaning forward, then back, and now in circles.
"Kitsu?" I ask
"Is she drunk?" Vicky asks.
"No!" She says as she opens her eyes. Looks to me, then smiles. "Hello~ NURSE!"
"What?" I ask.
She scoots over to me. And plants her arms and head in my lap! Crossing her arms under her head as she looks up to me.
'Oh god!' I think to myself. 'Is this revenge for grabbing her butt? Is she humiliating me as punishment for the cold shoulder!?'
"Hmm~" She hums with a wide smile as she starts to blush. "Hello cutie."
"Um, um hi?" I squeak as my face burns and heart thuds.
"You have sexy legs, what time do they open?" She says.
"What?!"
"Pfft!" Eric and Pinky both just, stop what they're doing. With Pinky dropping her controller.
"Blackmail." Vicky hisses with a grin.
Meanwhile, Kitsu is just laying her head in my lap. Giggling at her own joke. She calms down and stretches her arms out. Patting my thighs as I'm frozen in place and trying to make sense of the world.
"Hah, no. Sorry but I'm not that easy. I need serenading." She says as her eyes close and her ears flop to the sides. "You need to win this booty." She says with a fanged grin and a shake of said booty.
"Hey have you kids seen, found her!" Mr. Dallon says as he walks over and grabs the still giggling girl. "Come on. You're under arrest."
"Again!?" Kitsu whines. "I thought I was acquainted of my crimes."
"Acquitted, and not for the crime of underaged drinking." Mark says as he holds her. "Or public drunkenness."
"She's drunk?!" I ask in disbelief.
That explains a lot.
'Please don't let my girlfriend be an alcoholic.' I think with dread.
"On one sip of wine." Mr. Dallon says. "Turns out she's a horrible light weight."
"Red berry, you're horrible." Kitsu says with a dopey grin as she goes limp in Mr. Dallons arms as he walks away. "Alright copper, take me away! Come little children~, I'll take thee away~, to a land of enchaaaaaantment~, I don't know~, the reeeeesst of the song~, la lala la~, la laaaaaa~"
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"So do you want the video sent to you or not?"
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-Next day, Merchants warehouse, 9am-
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Joseph "Scarecrow" Crane POV
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"And due to that." I finish. "The ABB have been pushing into our territory."
Maureen is dead. But that's fine. She was becoming too high maintenance anyway. Her episodes too frequent and her addiction getting too severe. She did what I needed her to do at least.
Get Kitsu out of the way.
"Could always send me over there boss man!" Snowflame says. "I'll show them a bangin' time."
"No, you're too important to our finances." I say. "Mush is too important to maintaining our hold in boat graveyard."
Not that anyone really wants it. But it's a prime material resource for any tinker. So keeping it around for Mechanic and keeping it out of Bakuda's hands is essential.
And we can't risk busting Carnage out. With how he's singing and solving murders from years ago, murders he committed. They're keeping him under strict watch.
Guys got a scoreboard of more than two hundred. And knowing him, the maniac is taking pride in finally having his work recognized.
"So that just leaves Stevie boy!" Snowflame says.
We both look to other remaining parahuman of the Merchants.
'Gonna need to do some recruiting soon.' I think to myself. 'Still have five vials. And no way to tell who won't die from them.'
At this point I'm ready to say fuck it and throw a bunch of guys in a room and gas'em. Whoever comes out wins.
Mechanic, is staring at a bottle of jack. Untouched.
"Mechanic? Mechanic? STEVE!"
"What!?" He snaps as he looks to me.
I stare at him and take in his appearance. Brow furrowed, hands twitching. Unopened bottle of alcohol.
"Snowflame, we'll continue this later." I say as I turn to him.
"Alright, lemme know if things get hot. I'll be there to stoke the flames." He says stands up and pops open a chapstick. Only to snort from it. "Whew! Better than coffee! Right! I'll see you bitches later!"
I wait until he leaves. And turn back to the alcoholic who's gone back to staring at the bottle.
'Time for this shit again.' I tell myself.
I walk over to him and take a seat.
"What's this about Steve?" I ask.
"Why?" He asks.
"Why what?" I ask in return.
"Why, did she have to die?" He clarifies.
'Fucking hell, this is about Maureen.' I think tiredly.
"She, didn't." I say sadly. "I, I thought she'd be fine."
"We shouldn't have taken her!" He yells at me.
"And you know as well as I do that her episodes get worse the longer she goes without using her power!" I counter with a practiced shake in my voice. "I meant for her to stay in the car after she let off a bit frost. But, she just, the water and the spray, I hooked my foot on the rail and tried to get her to do the same but."
I leave off the rest. Playing the part of the shell shocked man. Speaking her name in the present tense and all.
"She shouldn't have been there Joey." Mechanic reiterates. "We should've taken her someplace else! Somewhere the heroes weren't! She had a fucking kill order!"
"I didn't know!" I shout. "I should've, but I didn't. I thought, worst case scenario, they'd capture her, and put back in protective services."
"It was all over the news, Joey." He says with a bite in his voice. "The hospital raid you dragged her away from? She killed nearly five, hundred."
"And I was busy getting her to safety!" I bite back as I stand up. "I didn't have time to watch the news, I was too busy taking care of her, reforming these goons." I say with a sweep of my arm. "Getting the local serial killer to calm down and not cause a genocide! Rescuing you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was fucking busy with everything! That I missed the news channel for a few days. I'm sorry! That I, I, I got her killed. I, I, I thought I could do better, make more of these people than just junkies and peddlers."
I turn to the shaded window, and my hands and face to it as I put on a show of mock despair. Popping as small capsule hidden in my hand. Thrown from the compartment in my sleeve in the sweeping motion I made earlier.
Popping it, I let the grey, barely visible wisps fly up and inhale. A parasympathetic nerve agitator. Targeted to activate the lacrimal glands.
Tear gas. In the truest form.
I feel my heart thump as a lump forms in my throat.
"Why?" He asks. "Why not just send her away to protective services?"
"Because she ran, from them." I say through choked words. "Anytime I tried, she'd freak out."
"Joey, are, are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine, I have to be." I say as I cry against the window blinds. "I'm the leader, I'm always fine. Just, I'm fine."
Slightly distracted voice. Hold back a sniffle.
The office is silent for a bit as the gas runs its course in my system. Tears softly falling from my face as I make it appear as though I'm trying to hide it from him.
"Did you really not know?" Mechanic asks.
"If I knew she had guilty verdict with an execution sentence." I say slowly. "I would've never even let her out of the warehouse."
We're once again in silence. As I stand here wondering how long this will take.
"Joey, how long will this go on?" He finally asks.
"I don't know." I say. "I'm just, tired of the injustice."
"What, injustice?" He asks. "From what I've seen, we're the bad guys."
"Only because we have no other choice!" I yell as I turn around. Letting him see my tear stained face.
The look of surprise tells me my play is working.
"Do you know what I'm doing?" I ask with another shake in my voice.
"Running the Merchants?" He asks.
"I'm trying to expose the corruption of the heroes!" I yell. "The Marquis was taken down because the Brockton Bay Brigade invaded his home. Glory Girl until very recent, was known to absolutely brutalize her targets. And Panacea would hide it! Shadow Stalker is a menace! And they let her roam free on a short leash. We're still getting guys coming in for bolts stuck in them! The system is rigged so hard it's bent itself over, bit its own dick off and shoved it up its own ass unconsensually and was forced to wear a smile!"
That part wasn't acting. Anyone with a working brain can see how unfair the system of power is.
"What happened?" He asks.
"I, I don't want to talk about it." I say as I take his bottle.
I need him back to how he was. Compliant. And I can't have that while he's in withdraw or at complete sobriety and calling out my bullshit.
"Hey!" He yells as he reaches for the bottle I took.
"You weren't going to drink it anyway." I say as I pop it open and take a few chugs. "Fuck, I needed that."
I'm going to need a nap after that. This better work or I'll be pissed.
I set the bottle down and head out. Intent on making my way to my private office before the alcohol hits and I do something stupid.
Drinking in front of an alcoholic with withdraw? And leaving the bottle half filled in front of them unattended?
I'm not worried.
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Steve "The Mechanic" Pappagallo POV
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'He, really is just as fucked up as me.' I realize.
"Though I suppose we're all fucked up here." I say with a sad laugh.
It's right there. Right in front of me. I don't need it, yet everything in me is saying I do.
I went a full day, that's a record for me. A day sober. Almost two.
Though, a day honestly isn't much.
It's still there.
Half way. It'd be less than what I normally down. Literally half.
Half is a start. I can wean myself. Cold turkey is killing me.
I don't need it.
"Fuck, I really needed that." I say as I finish my swig of the bottle.
Just another, it's not like-
It's empty, when did that happen?
Couldn't even make it two days. Do I even deserve to be better?
I start to cry.
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Bonus
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-Boston PRT HQ-
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Director Kamil Armstrong
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"Okay, tell Weld he can take a trip to Brockton." I say over the phone as I head into my office.
"Will do." Angelica says.
And in my office, I see Chief Director Costa Brown at my desk. And Director Emily Pigot across from her in one of the two seats.
"I'll, call you back." I say and hang up. "Chief Director."
"Armstrong, take a seat." She says.
'Well, here's hoping I still get my pension.' I think to myself.
I walk to my desk, and sit across from the woman.
"Are you aware you still had the bloody clothes of one Kitsu, locked away in evidence?" She asks.
"From five years ago?" I ask. "Vaguely."
"May I ask why?" Chief Director Costa Brown asks.
"She was a Slaughterhouse 9 survivor." I say honestly. "The blood in the DNA and damage to the clothes could've helped us in investigations, should it ever prove needed."
"Standard protocol." Emily says with a nod.
"Hrm, well, I've acquisitioned them a few weeks ago." She says. "And had the DNA tested. It paints an, interesting, picture."
"Why was I not informed of this?" I ask with a glare.
I never got a request. So if it went through, then I have a major breach of protocol or-
"Because, it's become rather apparent we have holes in our security. So I outsourced a rogue to sneak in and sneak out with various tasks. To each of the PRT main buildings." She says plainly. "A bit of white collar hacking, if you will. You'll find an email sent to you two tomorrow detailing all the holes in your security. But, that's not what I wanted to discuss."
'At least I still have a job.' I think with a mental sigh of relief.
"If not that, then what?" Emily asks. "I highly doubt you'd call me to a private meeting several cities over, just to inform me of an email I'm expected to receive."
'The balls on her.' I think with mild surprise and respect.
"Just that the blood on the front of her clothes, had the DNA of five different people." She says. "But, the DNA found in the blood on the back, along the claw marks, is all from one person."
"Who?" I ask, suddenly intrigued.
"Until we can get a DNA blood sample, we can't say for sure. Current theory is that it's hers from just before she developed her invulnerability. The splash patterns and saturation implies it came from whoever was wearing them." She continues. "But, the DNA on her back has mitochondrial and tracer gene matches to other known individuals in our databanks."
'Wait, that means'
"If that blood is hers, then she would be the first Case Fifty Three on file to have known relatives!" I say as I stand up. "We could find out where they come from!"
"Sit, down, Kamil." She says with a glare. "I came here to give you this."
She pulls out a file and hands it to me. Labeled class eight secret.
I open the file. It's a series of DNA tests. I've been in the labs enough to recognize that. And to recognize matching genetic markers.
"Okay, you have a possible parentage here." I say. "Subject one shares mitochondrial DNA as well as various genetic markers with subject three, so you have a definitive mother, and several genetic markers are shared between subject two and subject three, but not between subject one and two. But there are no buccal cell tests from subject three so it's indeterminate. It could be anything from father, to first cousin from what I'm seeing."
"Without a cheek swab from subject three, it's impossible to tell." She says with a nod. "But there is something you should know. Subject one has been dead since two thousand and seven. And subject two is in witness protection."
"What?"
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Bonus NSFW
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Carol Dallon's kinks and preferences
Body count: 2
She is a top.
She is a dom.
She enjoys BDSM.
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Mark Dallon's kinks and preferences
Body count: 1
He is a switch.
Doesn't mind being tied up.
Enjoys foreplay.
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Victoria Dallon's kinks and preferences.
Body count: 1
Is a switch.
Enjoys foreplay, teasing, and edging.
Aside from that, she's just very shameless.
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Amy Dallon's kinks and preferences
Vicky.
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Sarah Pelham's kinks and preferences.
Body count: 8
Is a power bottom.
Likes being manhandled. Roleplay, spanking, blindfolding.
Enjoys trying on different outfits and different positions.
Size queen.
Is a diagnosed Nymphomaniac who takes medication to lower her libido.
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Neil Pelham's kinks and preferences.
Body count: 5
Is a top.
Found out about Sarah's libido shortly after their first time. Thought he could handle it.
He was wrong.
At this point, just prefers to cuddle.
Carol initiated their one time affair.
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Crystal Pelham's kinks and preferences.
Body count: 4
Is a switch, though prefers bottom.
Sub, though can be a Dom.
Enjoys foreplay, roleplay, being manhandled, oral (giving), gagging, asphyxiation(recently discovered), public, voyeurism, being spanked and experimenting.
Size queen, recently diagnosed nymphomaniac.
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Dean Stansfield's kinks and preferences.
Body count: 1
Is a bottom.
Enjoys cuddling and being edged.
Is more of a giver than a taker. Never initiates.
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Firebreather's Kink's and Preferences
Body count: 1
Switch
Is just happy someone likes him and isn't put off by his appearance.
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A/N
There was supposed to be a lot more in this chapter. But I felt it'd be, rushed if I tried to fit it all in.
And I'm figuring out that the larger the document, the more errors occur when uploading.
Spaces missing, words smooshed together. Letters missing. That sort of thing. So I'm capping the documents at 10,000 words. Hard limit.
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Poor, poor Kitsu.
Doesn't realize she won't be able to play the Xbox Kinect. Tail floof no good for sensor.
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Oh, and Kitsu's inability to throw stuff, reflects my own.
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Emma's not mean or malicious. She's just spoiled and sheltered. It was stated in canon that her dad kept her from facing any real consequences in life. I know this seems like bashing her, but compare this Emma to canon Emma.
Nosey, can't take a hint, Emma. Is better than, I refuse to accept reality and must feel important, Emma.
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One of the hidden drawbacks that I didn't post before, (Because I thought it'd be funny and to avoid spoilers) is light weight. Kitsu can't handle alcohol. Which is accurate to canines and most carnivorous species as ethanol is a fruit byproduct. Animals made to eat fruits handle alcohol better than those not.
And it was mentioned in the good ending bonuses. When Kitsu drinks, she's a super light weight. And she gets clingy and affectionate. It's just a coin toss on how clingy and affectionate.
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And again, you guys should know by now that any time Scarecrow is center frame. It's getting fucked up.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
Due to the number of questions needed to skip to avoid spoilers. [Conduit] has been removed.
RadChaos897: Did you know that the bracketed Shard and Entity speech is fanon? The famous Entity exchange was: "Destination. Agreement. Trajectory. Agreement." No brackets! The first time it was ever used was in the Goblin Queen fanfic by Biigoh. It's so cool how such a simple fanon change has practically spread to nearly every single Worm fanfic, even yours and mine!
Newb: I didn't even know it was a standard thing in fanfics. I just did it like that to distinguish Kitsu thinking and [Conduit] communicating.
RadChaos897: Have you played Palworld yet? I haven't, but I've watched a bunch of my favorite streamers play it (including Hololive) and I have to say that that game looks fun as hell. I've seriously thought about buying it, but I'll wait for the full game to release before buying it. What are your thoughts on it? Any favorite Pals? Is Kitsu jealous that we have Palworld and Earth Bet doesn't have it?
Newb: No, I only have a laptop and a PS4. So I can't play it. But it looks amazing!
And Kitsu doesn't have access to modern media. Only Media from her time. It's why she couldn't find any pictures of Connor Kenway for art class.
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FOR KITSU!
RadChaos897: Since you're capable of growing neck fluff, are you able to grow other fluffy accessories such as ear fluff like Fennekin? What about a fluff dress like Delphox?
Kitsu: I could. But I won't. And no! I won't add fur to me! It's annoying!
RadChaos897: If you had a RWBY-style mechashift weapon, what would it be? Do you think you could commission one from your Tinker friends/contacts? Do you think you could make a bio-shifting weapon? That would be pretty cool. Like a plant version of Ivy Valantine's sword-whip.
Kitsu: Qrow's Sword! Shot gun scythe buster sword? Yes!
Fear the fox reaper mortals!
Casanova5424: What are some meme plants you want to biotinker?
Kitsu: It's totally not a flamethrower! Powered by methane converting moss and bacteria! Remove the igniter and it becomes a fart gun!
RadChaos897: I forget, do you have paw pads or something equivalent to them? If not, then do you think you could modify yourself to have them? Missy would be really happy if she got to squish your toe beans, or finger beans?
Kitsu: I'm not answering that.
Newb: she wears socks all the time for a reason. Toe beans!
Kitsu: I WILL MURDER YOU!
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FOR ONE TIME ONLY!
MISSY!
Casanova5424: Who is your favorite DC superhero?
*Gets handed meta knowledge*
Missy: the flash.
NEXT TIME! FIREBREATHER!
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