[ Somewhere in the back of his mind, it's just sort of all clicking together. If their ties to their fans are what keep them — solid, real, ungrayed, then... eating someone's fans must have some sort of negative impact, right?
(This logic works only by coincidence. Really, Lupine, it was shitty dice roles on how fandom would react.)
But that's in the back of his mind. For the moment, Lupine is just— ]
I get it. Or rather, I get some of it, and I'm — I accept the rest of it.
[ At least for now. ] [ But it wouldn't even occur to him to blame anyone for this but the producers, so it's hard for him to be specifically reassuring when Kit isn't quite voicing that fear out loud? ]
It has to stay between us. I asked him to keep what we were doing a secret from sensitIV before things even got bad... it's only right that I do everything to protect him, too.
[ looks over at Lupine. yes you've said you won't tell, but he's just— checking again. because he has to. ]
... And put me down near the edge. I'd suggest looking away, too.
[ ...Really does not love how often in this conversation you've asked him or someone else to specifically keep something secret from your unit. Not because he won't do it but because — those are your people. You should be able to tell them things. ]
You've got it.
[ But while he does set Kit down, he definitely won't be looking away. ]
[ sometimes your people tell you that your (misguided!) attempts to help and be sufficient will not meet your unit's expectations anyway, not even a little, and you take that personally. one thing leads to another, you get sick of the lectures, and you end up making deals with people for free healing and offering your body(parts) where they can't see — under the condition of secrecy. ]
... Thanks.
[ quietly, before he moves to the edge where fans can see (damn them and their phones, their cameras), looks over it, touches his misaligned arm, and—
picking me apart again rips it free. are they cheering, or is he imagining that? ]
[ There's nothing about that to love, Kit, so he stands by all of his feelings on the matter! ] [ And wincing, but he just tries to steady Kit a little. Cheering from the weirdos below is certainly possible. ]
Can't say I'm wild about it myself.
[ Graveyard humor. At least it isn't hard to remember that you're number up, watching you do something that would definitely have resulted in a lot of screaming otherwise. ]
Can't believe neither of us have developed affection for this after today.
[ bitterly deadpan as he allows blood to pour out of him, shaking the severed limb onto the crowd below. will it hit? who knows. does he care? negative.
but once he staggers, he realigns the arm and holds it in place, healing it back on and still leaving an uneven scar. then he turns around, grabbing the knife in his chest. all that, and he'd still just... rather not look if he has to fall. ]
I'm sure it seems weird. Right? Bold enough to offer up my arm to get devoured. Fine to threaten a fan, but afraid of heights...
[ stalling, because he really, really does not want any of this after the day he's had. but what choice does he have? not that doing anything more for them will matter in the end but he can't not try. ]
... This should be easy.
[ he hesitates, deciding finally that the height—and the fall—might be easier than looking at Lupine when he finishes his thought. ]
Maybe it was, when I didn't have anything left to live for.
[ but this time, he doesn't have to die if he doesn't want to, as the fans had said. how kind. and down he goes, ripping the knife from his chest and quickly healing over it. ]
[ Cool, cool, cool, not at all fucking alarming, gdi Kit, and retroactively his little stunt with Nightingale back during Monster Prom feels nicely shitty. ] [ He catches Kit immediately, only letting him fall a foot or so, and his grip is very steady and sure and hopefully somewhat reassuring. ]
...Well.
[ Soft. ]
Just don't look down.
[ The crowd's reaction is kind of mixed: on the one hand, disappointing that Kit didn't die, but on the other hand, there are shippers down there. ]
[ He wants so much to say he doesn't give a fuck what they accept. ] [ Instead, he starts to lower them down. Doing his best to keep his agitation out of his voice: ]
I mean, I think our best bet is kissing where they can see.
I can try both. They can be violent, but they're also idiots. [ he's sure the knife covered in his own blood isn't reassuring right now so he'll give up on the fake death and put it away, nudging gently at Lupine. worried, apologetic. ]
... No, they're idiots. [ and he's absolutely using some of his newfound color to gently bap Lupine on the shoulder in a chop motion. don't be silly. ]
You'd do that, and then they'd still want more. They weren't even satisfied watching my arm coming off the first time, and here I thought "torn off and eaten" would've given them more than enough to squeal about for a while.
[ in other words, no need to have regrets on this one, the fans are just the worst! ]
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I didn't say you didn't.
[ He's worried for you right now, not mad that you — hell, you let someone cut off your arm and eat it.
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I didn't say it was.
[ Soft. ]
The fans are the ones making these shitty requests.
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[ the softness is surprising. he'd expected frustrated exhaustion or ... well, nothing. ]
I'd tell you to tell everyone that whatever happens from here out is my responsibility. But, somehow, I- don't think you'd agree to it.
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It depends on what other thing I'd be telling them instead.
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... After the fan got through and- stabbed me. My friend, he... killed the fan in retaliation. Tore his heart out.
[ beat. ]
Ate ... it. And the fan.
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Kit. [ Softly, ] I'm sorry.
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[ again, just as softly, almost pleading. please, please don't take anything out on him. ]
But this place, it... still did this to me, even when it seemed like everyone in that crowd was cheering. So, I have to...
[ keep going. ]
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[ Soft. ]
I get it. Or rather, I get some of it, and I'm — I accept the rest of it.
[ At least for now. ] [ But it wouldn't even occur to him to blame anyone for this but the producers, so it's hard for him to be specifically reassuring when Kit isn't quite voicing that fear out loud? ]
Just tell me what you need.
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[ looks over at Lupine. yes you've said you won't tell, but he's just— checking again. because he has to. ]
... And put me down near the edge. I'd suggest looking away, too.
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You've got it.
[ But while he does set Kit down, he definitely won't be looking away. ]
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... Thanks.
[ quietly, before he moves to the edge where fans can see (damn them and their phones, their cameras), looks over it, touches his misaligned arm, and—
picking me apart again rips it free. are they cheering, or is he imagining that? ]
You know, I really... hate this.
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Can't say I'm wild about it myself.
[ Graveyard humor. At least it isn't hard to remember that you're number up, watching you do something that would definitely have resulted in a lot of screaming otherwise. ]
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[ bitterly deadpan as he allows blood to pour out of him, shaking the severed limb onto the crowd below. will it hit? who knows. does he care? negative.
but once he staggers, he realigns the arm and holds it in place, healing it back on and still leaving an uneven scar. then he turns around, grabbing the knife in his chest. all that, and he'd still just... rather not look if he has to fall. ]
... Time to go.
*numbed up. numbed up!!
You're not actually going anywhere. [ He's still hovering, so he backs up, lowers down. ] You're stepping off that ledge, and I'm catching you.
[ It's a real effort not to add, Remember? ]
I understood ❤︎
[ stalling, because he really, really does not want any of this after the day he's had. but what choice does he have?
not that doing anything more for them will matter in the end but he can't not try.]... This should be easy.
[ he hesitates, deciding finally that the height—and the fall—might be easier than looking at Lupine when he finishes his thought. ]
Maybe it was, when I didn't have anything left to live for.
[ but this time, he doesn't have to die if he doesn't want to, as the fans had said. how kind. and down he goes, ripping the knife from his chest and quickly healing over it. ]
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...Well.
[ Soft. ]
Just don't look down.
[ The crowd's reaction is kind of mixed: on the one hand, disappointing that Kit didn't die, but on the other hand, there are shippers down there. ]
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"Come onnnn, that barely counts! Now's the chance to liven things up with a BETRAYAL! I want the real splash zone experience!"
Kitsu isn't moving for a minute or so, the bloodied knife held loosely to his chest. then, quietly: ]
... Think they'll accept it if I play dead?
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I mean, I think our best bet is kissing where they can see.
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I can try both. They can be violent, but they're also idiots. [ he's sure the knife covered in his own blood isn't reassuring right now so he'll give up on the fake death and put it away, nudging gently at Lupine. worried, apologetic. ]
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Should've let you fall a little longer, or made a more dramatic catch.
[ This is his own apology. ]
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You'd do that, and then they'd still want more. They weren't even satisfied watching my arm coming off the first time, and here I thought "torn off and eaten" would've given them more than enough to squeal about for a while.
[ in other words, no need to have regrets on this one, the fans are just the worst! ]
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