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Your name is Nepeta Leijon.
You’re currently crying on Dirk Strider’s couch.
Nepeta: :<< < its just so hard
Nepeta: :<< < i know its my job but he just makes me so hissy
Nepeta: :<< < i dont want to f33l bad because of my blood
Nepeta: :<< < i dont want anyone to f33l bad because of their blood
Nepeta: :<< < were not on alternia
Nepeta: :<< < there is no reason to k33p up those dump traditions
Nepeta: :<< < and he nevfur tries to listen to me
You play with the selves of your coat.
Nepeta: :<< < how am i meant to be a good meowrail when i cant reason with him
Nepeta: :<< < i cant do my job if he doesnt listen
Nepeta: :<< < it was nevfur like this befur
Nepeta: :<< < i just want my equius back
Nepeta: :<< < sorry fur crying all over your hive dirk
Nepeta: :<< < sorry
You run your hands through your hair. You consider unsheathing your claws, but don’t want to hurt yourself.
Dirk had been quiet for a while. He had talked to you at the start of your rant, but that stopped at some point. You weren’t sure when.
Dirk: It’s okay.
Dirk: I mean, the crying on my couch is okay. Not sure on what level of “okay” the rest of it lands.
Dirk: ...
Dirk: Do you want a hug, or, uh?
You nod. You aren’t sure why.
Dirk: Okay. Yeah. Uh.
Dirk wraps his arms around you. It’s very clear he isn’t good at this, but that’s okay.
Nepeta: :<< < thank mew
Dirk: Mhm.
You cling to him.
Your name is Dirk Strider.
You’re currently determined to make this troll stop crying on your couch.
You hugged her, because that seems like the correct response.
You know about shoosh papping from your brother’s rants. You swear that kid is just as much of a troll as he is human. He says it calms down trolls, and Goddammit if there’s ever a time you’ve wanted a troll to be chill, it’s now.
So logically you move your hand to Nepeta’s cheek and kinda cup their face? This is really fuckin’ weird, and you hope it works.
You hit it gently? Oh God, this is weird. You can’t bring yourself to shoosh purr, but you think you’re papping him.
He purrs and leans into your hand. What the fuck.
Okay, maybe this is working? You're still freaked out, but maybe Dave actually taught you a useful skill.
They seem to be doing better. At least they stopped crying. You still thought green tears were weird.
He pushes his head into your chest. He’s still purring. Is this a normal amount of affection people actually do? You sure as hell wouldn’t know.
You run your fingers through purr hair anyway.
Your name is Nepeta Leijon and this is wrong.
You have a moirail and you’re currently participating in boardline pale behavior.
Okay, no, not boardline pale. This is just pale behavior.
He papped you. Why did he pap you?
This is so wrong.
You hate how nice it feels.
You hate how it’s been so long since you’ve felt nice with Equius.
You hate how your purrfect little relationship turned into a daily struggle. He doesn’t want to change himself. He doesn’t want to let you be his moirail. He doesn’t want you, but he does.
Nepeta: :33 < dirk
You mumble it into his chest. But you think he hears you.
Dirk: Yeah?
He’s still petting you. You can hear his heart rate. You push yourself away from him, but not far enough.
Nepeta: :33 < this is wrong
Dirk: Shit. Sorry. I don’t know why I thought I would try to do troll stuff that was stupid. Sorry. I just wanted you to calm down. Sorry.
Nepeta: :33 < no i mean
Nepeta: :33 < i have a meowrail
Nepeta: :33 < i shouldnt be doing this with mew
Dirk stiffens, more than he already had been anyway. You swear he’s never been comfortable in his life.
Dirk: What?
Nepeta: :33 < youre
Nepeta: :33 < youre making pale moves on me right now
Nepeta: :33 < im not stopping you
Nepeta: :33 < this is wrong
Dirk: Shit.
Dirk: Not my intention. I mean I guess it kind of is but just because I’m generally not a fan of boys crying their green tears onto my couch.
Dirk: Is it so much of a crime to want your friend to be happy?
Dirk: And is Equius making you happy?
Dirk: Wait no, not the best thing to say when you’ve just maybe committed infidelity?
Dirk: Is that what we did?
Nepeta: :33 < uh
Nepeta: :33 < yes
Dirk: Shit.
This is wrong. You know this.
It’s wrong to pretend for a minute this isn’t wrong.
But you do.
You just close your eyes and pretend this is purrfectly okay!
Tomorrow things can be bad again. Tonight you're going to let yourself be bad.
You’re so bad.
So bad.