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]

[I'm Not Looking At You While I'm Being Melodramatic]

Stolen genetic material and chemicals, aged up into the shape of a man and churned out of a vat... that's all I am.

That's why I have no records. I've never been to school - only a few hazy memories that don't belong to me. I was never a child.

I'm not even a real person.

[crimeson]

...Okay. So. I've worked with the Black Workshop, and those kids are perfectly real.

[hashtag homunculi]

And it's not that you're not smart, it's that you've never gotten an education. Makes sense. Don't be so down on yourself.

[markofkaine]

They're kids. They've got their whole lives ahead of them.

[He puts his empty glass down, lost in thought]

When I grasp at... warm memories - if I can even hold onto them... nothing belongs to me. That wasn't me they loved. But I was-- made, to love them.

There was no place for me in their lives, or in the world. How could you call that living?

[crimeson]

...You've had it real hard.

But that doesn't mean you're bad.

[markofkaine]

No, but everything else does.

So don't try to-- flatter me. Whatever good you're seeing, it's from someone else.

[crimeson]

It's not flattery, fuck! It's seein' another human being and liking him!

[markofkaine]

[i still don't get it]

What, just because I'm not the worst roommate in the world?

[crimeson]

Because I like you! It doesn't have t'be complicated, fuck!

[markofkaine]

[I still don't get it, this must purely be a platonic 'like']

Why're you getting so worked up about this...

[crimeson]

Because you deserve to be liked! For you, not for whatever fucked up shit you were made for! And I ain't gonna pretend I don't!

[markofkaine]

[I CLEARLY STILL DON'T GET IT]

Okay, chill out. Jesus.

[crimeson]

[he isn't clarifying because he does not want to spook kaine, honestly

just makes a cranky noise and flops dramatically across the couch]

[markofkaine]

[Mutters,]

You're taking this way too seriously...

[crimeson]

[BALEFUL LOOK]

Oh yeah, I'm just taking your worth as a human being too seriously.

[markofkaine]

[im not perceiving]

You sound like Ben.

[crimeson]

If that's what Ben sounds like, good.

[markofkaine]

He's dead too.

[crimeson]

Shit. Sorry.

[markofkaine]

Whatever.

Do you actually need me for any of this report, or can I go brood in my room now.

didn't realize it was my tag on this. crimes.

[crimeson]

Eh, I'll brief you on what I bullshat later.

[markofkaine]

Hrmph.

[He gets up to go, but pauses before he fully retreats to his room.

Randy IS doing him a lot of big favours, and all he's doing is giving him a headache in return. Some voice in him was nagging him to do something.]

...Do you have dinner plans?

[crimeson]

...Nope.

[markofkaine]

Let's go out somewhere.

Might as well use my shitty paycheck for something.

[crimeson]

Okay. How does a pub sound?

[markofkaine]

..Sounds good.



But you can pay for your own beer.

[It's not fair when Kaine can only drink, like, three max before fully dying]