SAD SOULMATE AU

[crimeson]

[So hey, Kaine is being released from prison! But first he's gotta meet his parole officer. Of course, Kaine is in a pretty high security class, so they probably assigned him some hardass who'd shove him back in prison at the drop of a hat...

But when he's brought to the meeting room, the door opens on a handsome redhead balancing his chair on two legs, hands folded behind his head. He's in uniform for now, looks pretty nice all buttoned up, but his vibes are still so casual when he brings the chair back down on all four legs and raises a hand in a wave.]

Heya!

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[markofkaine]

You bought it... BEFORE you knew if I'd agree?

[Every day my incredulity reaches new levels]

[crimeson]

Returnably!

[markofkaine]

[Drags a hand down his face]

Okay... Y'know what, as long as there's hot running water, I don't care if I have to sleep on the floor.

[crimeson]

I realize that and I know how that is, but I am building that bed.

[markofkaine]

Shower first.

[Heading inside]

[crimeson]

Have at.

[it's not decorated very personally yet because uhhh Randy is also just moving in.]

[markofkaine]

[He slams the door behind him, though that might just be Kaine not knowing his own strength.

Excuse me as I just take a full hour in the bathroom, using up all the hot water. Nonstop.

I live here now.

...

At some point Randy might smell burning hair?]

[crimeson]

[randy takes this time to build some fucking ikea furniture.

except uhhhhh

UHHHH

knocks on the bathroom door]

Kaine?

[markofkaine]

What?

[SO much burning hair]

[crimeson]

I smell burning.

[markofkaine]

Yeah. And?

[crimeson]

And that's concerning? The hell're you burning in the bathroom, dude?

[markofkaine]

I'm cutting my hair.

[crimeson]

...Jus' don't set off any smoke alarms.

[he's gonna. go back to furniture.]

[markofkaine]

Mm-hm.

[He still stays in the bathroom for like. An age. But when he walks out, that twenty pounds of hair is gone. Everything's buzzed close to the scalp - you can see his face again.

It's a handsome face. Younger than Randy probably expected! In the ballpark of late 20s early 30s, and not like... I dunno, 40.

Kaine wanders out, looking for the state of the bed - or barring that, a couch.]

[crimeson]

[Randy's just shoving the mattress onto the bedframe, turns at the sound of Kaine's approach and]

--Oh, shit, you're hot.

[markofkaine]

What??

[crimeson]

Okay I shouldn't say that I'm your parole officer but holy shit dude you were holding out on the world!

[markofkaine]

[He flusters visibly, going red the face and growling angrily]

Stop talking.

[crimeson]

[shuts up]

[markofkaine]

[Grunts,]

Bed done?

[crimeson]

[recovers]

Yep!

[markofkaine]

Good. Go 'way now.

[THUNK right on the mattress.

spider nap]

[crimeson]

[...chuckles softly and goes to sleep in his own bed. today's been exciting.]

[markofkaine]

[Sleep is great.

Until nightmares, sleep is great.]