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[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Sup dawg, welcome to Roxy's voicemail! I actually have a voicemail, aw yeah. Leave a message after the tone~!

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[miasmajesty]

Roxy.

[ There's the slightest strain to his voice. ]

Can we stop talking about this. Please.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

...

[The worst part is she does. She doesn't want to push and hurt him, but wasn't her NOT pushing part of why things got so bad?]

[miasmajesty]

[ He goes quiet again. Letting his eyes shut and trying to lose himself in sleep - but that doesn't come. ]

I know. Okay? I'm all too aware. I've had to deal with myself more than anyone ever should. I know all of my flaws and shortcomings. I've had a long time to uselessly ruminate over it here.

[ He brings a hand up to cover his face. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She sighs.] You're not gettin' the point at all.

It's not you have flaws.

It's you're still likable and perfectly able to be a good friend despite 'em.

[miasmajesty]

Maybe in small doses.

[ He pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Nah, big doses are good too. I'm sure plenty of peeps will agree.

...when was the last time you slept?

[miasmajesty]

Maybe, but that's probably because I've more or less harrassed them into a grim acceptance of my presence in their lives.

[ ......... ]

Last night. [ LIE LIKE THE WIND DIRK ]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Dirk. Dirk, no, that's dumb. Who even does that?

[....]

Okay, you either lyin', or you're counting like a ten minute cat nap.

[miasmajesty]

Me.

[ Ok, well, technically Bro Strider. ]

Maybe it was the night before.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Dirk, who even harassed you into a grim acceptance of their presence in your life? Do I need to teach someone some manners, 'cause I will.

...uh huh. And can your body actually maintain that without hearty abilities?

[miasmajesty]

Dave.

[ ......... ]

Probably.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

...wait, seriously? You dun want him around? Or are you saying he talked himself into it, 'cause I think I'm gonna have to get that out of him 'fore I believe it. [Rose wanted to see her.]

[Surely Dave wanted to see him?]

...so no.

[miasmajesty]

No. I'm saying that he wants me around, when he really fucking shouldn't. Whatever altme did to him, but that kid thinks a lot of awful shit is normal and takes comfort in people being awful to him so long as they have a reason.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Are you awful to him? You you, not you taking blame for an alternate you have no control over.

[miasmajesty]

My alternates don't work the same way yours do.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Dirk, if you were in control of an alternate you, you would have loved that boy and did everything you could to take care of him.

[miasmajesty]

That's the fucked up thing. I probably thought I did.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Do you remember anything? Get...anything 'bout it?

[miasmajesty]

Not really. [ Long, quiet sigh. ] I won't talk a lot about it. That's his deal, his damage to share. But I fucked him up bad. Pretty sure whatever went down wasn't dissimilar to the Jake situation, but whereas Brobot was a more extreme version of something he wanted, it was just straight up child abuse. Apparently, that's my idea of teaching the kid the ropes of being a Strider.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Hmmmm. Still dun think it counts. Seems like a bad road to go down, taking all the mistakes and such from our alternates. Starts....blinding you and stuff.

And, I mean, you can be better than that if ya know what to watch for.

[miasmajesty]

Well, like I said: my alters are different. Bro Strider is still inherently Dirk Strider, just... older.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

And what does that even mean in the end?

[miasmajesty]

It means that there's a reason I keep to myself.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Dirk, you're way too hard on yourself.

Also, I think you need to take more regular naps. Lot harder to keep up your spirits if you're dead on your feet.

[miasmajesty]

Maybe. But I know there's a lot of shit that went down in our group of friends that wasn't my fault, that Jake's also a big dumb tool that doesn't consider other people's feelings more'n half the time, Jane keeps to herself until she explodes, and you like to play all that hurt close to your chest and take care of us to forget about it. I just know my flaws and how they fit into it, and I know I'm probably dangerous.

[ But sleep.

He really doesn't like sleep. ]