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!

Comments

[markofkaine]

[Kaine probably doesn't wake up until like. Some weirdly early hour in the morning. And when he does...... it's hangover time............]

UGHHH.

[Everything sucks and is bad and he hates it all. He's going to roll off the couch to get water... maybe there's stuff in the fridge?

but he doesn't know how to cook...



what if he just lies here and waits for death/Randy to wake up. Whichever comes first.]

[crimeson]

[Randy's an early riser, at least, so it's only an hour or so until he emerges from his room.]

...Oh, you're feeling it, huh.

[markofkaine]

[The blanket is over his face]

Shut up...............

[crimeson]

Honestly it's super impressive how you can be such a lightweight when you're so huge.

[markofkaine]

Gonna... kill you............

[crimeson]

[comes over to pat the blanket, and adds brightly:]

Breakfast?

[markofkaine]

...

Stop being cheerful. I hate you.

[crimeson]

Nope~ Any requests?

callback~

[markofkaine]

...


Omelette.

HONKS

[crimeson]

You got it.

[he will BUSY HIMSELF IN THE KITCHEN]

fufu

[markofkaine]

[Grumbles something under his breath about how this is all peter's fault

fuckin peter

sippy his water]

Re: fufu

[crimeson]

[pokes his head out]

Who's Peter?

[rip, good ears]

Re: fufu

[markofkaine]

[grumble,]

My dumbass brother.

[crimeson]

Ahhh.

[comes out with omelettes and flops on what room there is on the couch.]

[markofkaine]

[Kaine, more lucid now, shrinks back to give Randy room. And so that they're not touching.]

S'his fault I got these genes.

[crimeson]

Usually someone would blame that on their parents, but go off I guess.

[sets food in kaine's lap and tucks into his own]

[markofkaine]

[He snorts a laugh like Randy just hit on some hilariously dark inside joke.]

Oh, there's definitely blame to be had there, too.

[crimeson]

I'llll mind my own business.

[markofkaine]

[Kaine tucks into his plate, but as he's eating, he's compelled to correct one thing...]

Parent. Not plural.

[crimeson]

[well it do be like that sometimes

nods]

Gotcha.

[he does not gotcha]

[markofkaine]

[Continues to eat in grouchy, hungover silence.]

[crimeson]

So, how much do you remember about bein' drunk?

[markofkaine]

[He shoots a look at Randy's hand, where the soulmark is-- used to be.]

Enough.

[crimeson]

[yeaaaaah his gloves are back on.]

Cool. Don't gotta fill you in.

[markofkaine]

[Randy might have the tact to gracefully sidestep from a topic, but Kaine doesn't.]

...How'd it happen?