kore_logs | have no fear, everything's fine

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have no fear, everything's fine

Who: Party Poison & Kenzi, girl
What: by the way, i'm alive
Where: House 20
When: after Kobra spills the beans like a kook
Warnings: Language, talk of death/self-harm

In honesty, he doesn't know that Kobra told her. But he's been back for a little while, and it's time to get out on the town. Sure, he wanted to be in the house, just be quiet for a little while. But he has friends here. Or a friend at least. Enemies too, sure. If Galen answers the door, he's going to be bummed. But a friend is good, is great. He misses a friend.

In fact, to bypass being bummed, he kind of just--breaks his way through the front door and goes straight for knocking on a friend's bedroom door directly. No use running circles around the point.

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"It's open!" And she can't be bothered to get the damn door when it's probably just either Galen or Jesse. That would require exiting her blanket cocoon! Hell, she doesn't even turn over to face the door. That would require effort! She'd much rather just lie here while they played the drums or did whatever the crap they wanted to do in here.

"You should lock it." He murmurs roughly as he opens the door a crack, eyes landing and sticking on the bundle-lump on the bed. "Get some real creepers 'round here."

The bundle-lump stays where it is, but practically bristles at the sound of that voice. "Yeah? ... Pretty sure I can handle them. I'll tell you if I see any." She slowly sits up, emerging from the layers and peeking at barely-open door over her shoulder.

"You sound pretty good for a dead guy. Do I have to invite you in? Or is that just vampires?"

"Just vampires." He agrees with a grin, slipping quickly through the little door space he's make. Party eases the door shut again with his fingertips and comes closer carefully. "Hey."

"Hey, back." She's not sure if she's mad at him, mad at Kobra, or mad at this place. It's probably the last one. She's pretty sure she's never been mad at Kobra and if she was mad at Party, that would be like saying this was his fault which she's pretty sure isn't true.

So she sighs and crawls to kneel at the edge of the bed, glaring tentatively. "... I was so freakin' worried, dude. That was totally messed up, and-- ... Are you okay? Does it hurt? Did you actually-- Did they just take you away?!"

"Hey, mama, I was out. You wanna lodge a complaint, you gotta...take it up with administration." Not shy, never shy, he slides onto the bed next to her, eyes wide and watching despite the little bit of edge he's getting from her. "Did I actually what?"

"Did you actually die?! As in no heartbeat, not currently alive, not breathing, disappeared, totes gone, making everyone cry and stuff." Not that she was-- I mean, she did, but she doesn't want him to think that she did because she's tough and that's lame and-- Fuck it. She leans into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "That seriously sucked. I should have stayed or something."

He giggles dumbly, arms lacing around her shoulders. This was all he wanted, come on. "It sucked. You couldn'ta stopped it, I don't think. I was...my head was off.

"Wasn't your fault."

"Everyone was crazy! We were all batshit insane, I swear to god. So it wasn't just you. I mean... Galen was talking in weird voices and Jesse wouldn't come home." But Party's the only one that died. She holds him a bit tighter. The thought of him not existing anymore was actually kind of painful. The universe just can't afford to lose that much awesome.

"... Jet is really, really cool, by the way. He's so cool, I'm surprised water doesn't spontaneously start to freeze around him." She pulls away enough so he can see the smile.

"You talked to Jet?" He mutters and brings a hand up to scrub a thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, when'd you get so siamese with my boys, huh?"

"He sounded like he needed someone to talk to." And, you know... since she was already there, creeping through your window just to make sure.

Kenzi shrugs. "You weren't here. Figured someone had to take care of them while you were gone. No big."

Oh. Oh, well. The thought sobers him up. His hand settles at her neck, face falling. "...Were they bad?"

"No." She presses her forehead against his cheek. "Not bad... I mean... they weren't okay. But that's pretty freakin' understandable. Sounded like KK took it the worst, he freaked out. Doesn't matter now." Because like hell is he allowed to go anywhere ever again. Until... they can escape. And go back home. Just no more dying.

A thin sigh, and he turns his head to bump their foreheads together. "Doesn't matter now. But I'm happy you were there. To take care."

"Pffft. That's what friends do. I know I'm not in your gang but I hope you freakin know that I got your back." She just got there kinda late, is all.

Friends also kiss their friends on the nose when their faces are this close together, it's a common fact and it just happened. She also moves a hand up to tangle in his hair, she totally missed that hair. "Can you stay for a bit? It's cool if you need to get back or whatevs. I get it."

She kisses his nose, he kisses her mouth in quick response, eyes closing as her hand pushes through his hair. "I can stay. Always wish I could stay, but I can, today. Yeah."

Oh. Oh. Well, in that case! She pushes him down gently with a hand on his chest, kissing him until he hits the pillow, and then curls up beside him with a grin on her face. "Always, huh? It's the mad snowflake-catching skills, isn't it? You were soooooo impressed."

"Yeah, the skills!" He agrees with a matching grin. His hand wanders to weave between her fingers, spreading them between his own. Party watches her or a second before adding softly, very quietly: "But...y'know, you're impressive always too."

Holy shit.

"I know." She didn't know! And for a few days she thought he was dead, but he came back! And comes over to see her. And he can stay. Doesn't exactly negate the fact that she thought he was dead and that really hurt and it has her biting her lower lip so hard to try to stop her mind from going back there.

She squeezes his hand and buries her face in his neck, but a few tears manage to escape their mascara prison and she sucks in a deep breath. Idiot. Crying is something you do around Squishy and sleep-deprived Jesse, not the epicly-awesome desert super hero. Think fast! "Clint's gone. Uh-- I mean, Hawkeye. Phil, too. And a guy I knew back home."

"Christ, Kenzi." His fingers pull through the ends of her hair, eyes on the ceiling. "Jesuschrist, I'm sorry. Sorry fer...everyone. Sorry for my shitty timing..."

"... Thanks?" The hell do you even say to that? But she's grateful. Seriously grateful. And her eyes are closed and she's so damn comfortable right now. He interrupted her sleeping, it's only fair that he ends up being slept on.

"Just put it in park for a while, you maniac. Can't keep Kobra out of trouble by myself."

He's perfectly happy to be slept on, but she mentions Kobra Kid and he all but bolts upright. He just remembered: "Did he kill someone?!"

HOLYFUCKINGSHITWHAT-- Kenzi just sits there, staring at him with a fuckton of concern and rage at the second nap-interruption.

"... Nnnno? No! I don't know! Why the crap are you asking? Was he fighting with someone? If you're just randomly bringing this up to freak me out, I'm gonna kick your scrawny ass." Did Kobra kill someone!? Because... there's a few people missing. Right now.

Maybe this is a little much information, but Kenzi is a friend an actual friend, so he feels zero guilt about just kind of info vomiting on her. "I come back, and he's like 'oh hiya, Party P, by the way, I'm a fucking vampire, blood everyone!' He said he didn't know who!"

Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuckity-- shit. She squeezes her eyes shut, shifting to sit cross-legged with her hands in her lap. Okay. Not much different than the stuff she deals with back home. Sort of. Kind of--

"Who else knows? Who else did you guys tell, I mean. Did he get uber drunk? Did he ditch the clothes?! Also, why the fuck didn't he tell me when he came over?" Just a tiny bit bitter about that, but okay. "We can fix this. There's no body, right?! ... And he doesn't know who... and it might not even be anything! So just... don't freak out."

... She's freaking out.

"Hi, I wasn't here. Maybe he was goin nuts, we was all goin nuts." As amply evidenced, no doubt. "He didn't say to you? I thought for sure he woulda."

"Yeah, okay. Maybe that's it. Maybe it was--" Your ... blood. Not cool, Kenz. "Not a word. So much for ultimate biffles. Gonna secret-handshake-smack his face."

And as for Party, he gets a light punch to the stomach. "Don't freak me out like that! I swear to god, my nerves are shot worse than a wooden duck at a carnival now. Jeeze. Can't you all just be chill-ass mofos for like... five seconds?!"

He oofs dramatically at being hit, which isn't cool because he's basically an invalid right now. On the other hand, it's totally cool, because it gives him a chance to roll over her and smother the nerves out of her. "Three seconds! Otherwise my blood go cold!"

Noooo, quit making her laugh when she's mad at you! So infuriating. When she's finished giggling, she lets out an exasperated huff.

"I dunno. I think you'd make a pretty cute iguana. Or another equally adorable reptile. Then when you get too wild, someone can just take your heat lamp away!"

"But you like me wild." There's an affected pout, and he'll just settle his head on her chest. Good rack, great, thank you. "And then I could only smell with my tongue."

"I like you anyway, jerkface." Well hey, then her hands are right back in his hair while she hums happily. "I'm still really not seeing a downside to that. You should use that thing more often."

"I woulda been if I hadn'ta been double kidnapped, huh? I feel like a refried bean..."

"Mushy and good for cholesterol?!" Stupid science bastards. The hell even is their deal?!

"Well if they try it again, they're gonna feel like uncooked steaks. Bloody and ridiculously overpriced. I called dibs! The nerds can just fight me."

His dumb laugh turns into a sigh as he closes his eyes, just relaxed. "I would eat a uncooked steak. Christ."

"Of course you would. Because you're gross and a reptile. Ugh, can we please stop saying steak? Crap. My bad. Okay, starting now."

The fingers running through his hair eventually progress to hands moving over his shoulders and rubbing his back. Eventually she stops, settling her arms around him. This is good. Better than good. Kind of perfect aside from the whole captivity thing and the lack of decent food. She's glad you came back, Angelbutt.

He knows, even while he's falling asleep this way, that he shouldn't stay. It's not good for him, and it's not good for her. But this isn't attention that he gets, not ever, and maybe they've both earned it. A little intimacy. It's not a big deal. People do this all the time.

So by the time he falls asleep, it's something he feels is deserved.

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