but god someone said yes in his life what is this.
it's one of those odd moments where adrien feels entirely comfortable after having made a request, which he admits is. probably kind of ridiculous. steven said yes, and— well, airing out his little bits of hesitation didn't make him feel worse, but better. things in common, huh.
and so adrien relaxes a tad, taking a sip of tea. ]
Yeah, you did. [ judging from his tone of voice, it means a lot. ] So, we could do that... after? I kind of want to hear more about Beldum, and... general stuff.
[ in adrien-talk, that's "i just want to talk is that fine for right now". ]
[ the thought of it does make him feel a little uneasy about the possible disastrous outcome, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad with adrien. it goes unsaid for him, but he'd be fairly comfortable messing up if it was with him, too. ]
Of course - we'll talk about it in detail later. It's been far too long since I've had tea with good company.
[ he'll take a sip of his own tea, but it's hard to miss the smile playing on his lips just a little more.
MEANWHILE... beldum has found plagg behind the couch, most likely resulting in a very one-sided conversation. but it's popping up from there upon hearing its name, floating over to adrien. you have a friend that floats just like it does, adrien! ]
it's been awhile since adrien's had company in these kinds of home settings period, but he doesn't mention that. there's something ... well, nice, in the obvious signs that steven is okay with adrien being there — which were signs admittedly absent from some of the other rich older people not currently present.
it's also a comfort given the entire cerealia situation which is still largely a giant question mark.
when beldum floats on over again, the thought that the pokémon may have seen plagg does cross adrien's mind (as for what that conversation consisted of, it was mostly plagg trying to coax the beldum to sneak him tarts while attempting to understand what it was even saying), which makes his eyes trail to plagg's hiding place, right before his focus goes right on the pokémon. ]
Hey, speaking of... [ with a friendly smile-- ] Joining in?
[ as distant as he can be from people at times, there are people in cerealia that he's found that have resonated with him. and while he's resolved himself to protect everyone in the colony when things go wrong, he's keeping a closer eye out for some others; with how they've clicked, adrien is certainly one of them.
he reflects on that silently as he watches beldum play with him. ]
So you wanted to hear more about Beldum. [ he'll take another sip of tea, then set his cup down. ] Where should I start?
[ where should he start, honestly. adrien's chat noir, so it's probably fitting he's about as curious as a cat even with his respect for other people's boundaries. tell him not to ask and he won't, give him the opportunity and you bet he's going to get as much as he can.
so is beldum just slowly going to grow more arms (cool), is it going to grow into a different color metagross or does the coloring just come with growth or when's the psychic ability settle in or can it do that right now but in the end his obvious pondering stops with— ]
The beginning probably works. [ that makes the most sense. ] Where'd you find Beldum? And maybe the rest of your team... [ ... ] Is that asking too much?
Not at all. [ hell naw, adrien. he'll school you on their life story. ] Well, there isn't much history between Beldum and I - it was born not too long before we arrived here.
[ he doesn't mention that it was intended to be given to someone else as a gift, nor does he mention the fact that it hatched from an egg - even he knows that pokemon biology is its own can of worms for discussion. ]
But as for the rest of my team... we've all been together for years. In particular, Metagross has been with me since we were both young.
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text; remember when i said this would be a good chance to not give steven a heart attack...........
[ call it a lucky guess, but he has a feeling that it's something like that. he's noticed a mask following every person he's seen since the carnival's end, and it wouldn't be surprising to want to get rid of it. ]
[ he pauses his messages for a moment, thinking. he's definitely not about to forego all responsibility and buy a 10 year-old a hammer, but there might be more to this to investigate. ]
Would it be all right with you if I came over? I promise to bring something that can help.
[ he finds himself sighing. he's sure frisk has their reasons, but having them try to destroy that mask themselves would be dangerous in its own right. he just wants to help. ]
I promise that I won't judge you for whatever is on it.
[ and that'll be his last message before frisk hears a knock at their door. when they answer, the first thing they'll see is aron, chirping happily in greeting.
steven is leaning on the wall in the hallway, only slightly in view. ]
If you don't want me to come in, Aron will represent me.
[St...even............ Don't be so nice to them when they're literally covering up their sins? They'll be shifting a bit guiltily in the doorway, glancing back and forth between Steven and Aron, before they step aside — creating just enough space for Aron to enter. They're really more comfortable around monsters than humans, in the end... and they don't want to risk Steven's opinion of them changing.]
... Sorry.
[So, so, so sorry. They feel terrible about leaving him in the hallway.]
[ it's admittedly a little disappointing that frisk doesn't want him to see their mask, but he understands. more than a few of his friends have masks with blood on them, and while he isn't sure what it could mean, he can infer that it isn't good. if frisk's is like that...
well. either way, he'll respect their wishes. ]
Don't be. If it's something you don't want me to see, I'm sure you have a good reason for it.
[ aron waddles in when the proper space is given, blinking inquisitively at frisk. they look a little down... ]
[That he's being so nice isn't making them feel better at all, and they hesitate for a moment at the door before they nod. Close the door once Aron is inside. Try not to think too much because thinking too much is bad, is this is pretty awful as it is. Awful-er, when Aron looks at them. They bite their lip, thinking about how to go forth, and reach down to pat her head with one hand.
Emphasis on "one hand". They seem to be holding a small bag with the other.]
I'll let him in after. Promise. Won't take long. Just... gotta make something bad go away first. ["Bad" is putting it mildly, but. Details. They don't like details.] ... Can you help?
[ the bag is curious, but aron is sensitive enough to human feelings that she knows that frisk could use some company right now. she nuzzles gently into their hand, trying to be as comforting as she can.
her eyes look at the bag in their other hand. she's not sure what's in it, but steven told her something about smashing... she can do that, so she nods. ]
[Ah. They really don't deserve to be comforted at all. They're a bad person. Even if they try every day to be good, that fact still doesn't change. But they don't want to do anything scary, so they let her do as she will. And once she's nodded, they move to reach into the bag. Better be quick about this, since they've already proven that the mask doesn't like to be hidden away for too long.]
Don't... Don't tell Steven about this, please? [They know she can't talk like humans do, but they also know verbal communication isn't necessary for a lot of things.] It's really, really bad, and... it'll make him worry. Don't want him to worry.
[They're kind of rambling, they know that. But it's hard to stop when they're pulling out evidence of what they've done, the blood covered mask coming into view after a moment. None of the fingerprints are human, but that doesn't help. Knowing who each furred, clawed and skeletal fingerprint belongs to makes them want to puke.]
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