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]

[Cool

Uh, I don't feel comfortable hugging you, so...


P...ats shoulder]

[crimeson]

[...leans on]

[markofkaine]

[I DIDN'T PLAN THIS FAR AHEAD

just

does not move. Becomes as still as a statue.]

[crimeson]

[hm yep nope

straightens]

Thanks.

[markofkaine]

[wuh]

I didn't do anything.

[crimeson]

You listened. And let me touch you even though you don't like it. So. Thanks.

[markofkaine]

...

S'fine. You got your shit together now.

[I'm going to stand up and put my dishes in the sink to avoid examining my feelings now!!]

[crimeson]

[gonna just. put his forearm over his eyes and try to chill.]

[markofkaine]

[Chill to the melodic sound of someone attempting to do dishes as a distraction, but really not knowing what he's doing]

[crimeson]

[that's... really charming. and that's enough to distract him after a minute or so. he heaves himself up off the couch and moves to teach him.]

[markofkaine]

[He'll let Randy take the lead when he comes over. He'll just stick to drying things, maybe.]

[crimeson]

[cute domesticity in the morning. taking the edge off the suffering, maybe.]

[markofkaine]

[Since he's in the kitchen, when they're done he starts rummaging through the drawers for headache painkillers. He still has that hangover :(]

[crimeson]

[pats his shoulder]

Make sure to hydrate lots, okay?

[markofkaine]

[grunts]

You're my parole officer, not my mother.

[crimeson]

[laughs]

True.

[markofkaine]

[he says that but he still gets himself a fresh cup of water :T]

...So now what?

[crimeson]

Now, I go to work. You work on gettin' your feet under you.

[markofkaine]

[yeah but. He doesn't even know where to start]

How??

[crimeson]

You got any clue how to use a computer?

[markofkaine]

I don't do computers.

[crimeson]

You're gonna have to.

[markofkaine]

Why?

[Not EVERYTHING's on computer these days, is it...]

[crimeson]

Pretty much everything is online these days. You'll have trouble finding a job without lookin' online.

[markofkaine]

That sounds like exactly the kind of thing where I'd need a-- social security number or something.