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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[crimeson]

All right.

[gets out two glasses. whiskey time.]

[markofkaine]

[rip

He lets randy fill the glass to however much he deems reasonable. Kaine's not picky. It's not his usual drink of choice, but he's not picky.]

...Thanks.

[crimeson]

Any time.

[bringing him a glass then flopping on the squooshy couch with a heavy sigh.]

[markofkaine]

[Kaine experimentally tries turning the TV on. He don't know how electronics work. Push button, shows appear?]

[crimeson]

[does he like. know which button is the on button?

randy just looks pensive for now]

[markofkaine]

[He does know that much at least. The front of the TV? Makes sense. Don't ask him to change the settings. The back of the TV... no thank you he's not touching that.

Kaine takes small sips of whiskey as he searches for a news channel.]

[crimeson]

[Randy is slowly relaxing, indulging in his favorite vice, just vibing for now.]

[markofkaine]

[Oh a news report on Spider-man. Kaine pauses, watching the screen. Randy wouldn't be able to see the enraptured look in his eyes, but from where he's sitting on the floor, he almost looks like a little kid with his face up against the TV.

...

His file did say he fought Spider-man a lot.]

[crimeson]

[....huh.]

You like Spidey?

[markofkaine]

[Scoffs,]

He doesn't like me.

[crimeson]

Is that why you fought so much?

[markofkaine]

[Ssssssip]

One reason.

[crimeson]

Hm. I won't pry, then.

[markofkaine]

[As usual, Spider-man is controversial. Hero or menace, etc. God this newscaster is annoying.

The whiskey burns Kaine's throat, but it's a nice burn...]

...I wonder if he knows I'm out.

[crimeson]

Depends on if anyone in the know has any idea how to contact him, really. We've tried to keep it outta the news.

[markofkaine]

Probably doesn't care, then.

[...SIIIIP.]

[crimeson]

. . .

[reaches to pat his shoulder]

[markofkaine]

After aaaall I've done for him.

[His head rooolls back onto the seat of the couch and uh

it is fully red.

He's drunk already.]

[crimeson]

...How are you such a lightweight at your size...

Don't say anythin' you'll regret, okay?

[markofkaine]

I died for him, y'know.

I was dead.

[hic]

[crimeson]

I dunno how seriously to take anything you're saying! Sounds fucked up though.

[but keeps patting his shoulder.]

[markofkaine]

I thought it meant something to him....... when he ca, called me...

[just gonna down the rest of this cup]

[crimeson]

Hoookay, I think you're gonna be pissed if you remember this, so let's change the subject! What kinda girls do you like?

[markofkaine]

Wuh...?

[Blinks. Blearily. His brain's trying to catch up.]

[crimeson]

Y'know, cuties! What're you into?