sometimes we fall down
WHO: Dadkat and Sonllux again!
WHAT: Feelings and check-ups.
WHERE: Trollhouse. Sollux's room?
WHEN: After Littlekat's post to the network, before Dadkat moves out of Trollhouse.
WARNINGS: Trolls. Also probably feelings.
SUMMARY: So Dadkat has decided to move out of Trollhouse because he can't have a cat because he doesn't care much for living under the rules of a crazy thirteen year old alien him! But before he packs up his shit and goes, he's gonna talk to his adoptive alien son. Like a good deadbeat notdad.
[He had sat in his room with a vaguely disgruntled look on his face for a solid seven minutes, thinking and wondering and trying to figure out how he was going to do this. Once his seven minutes were up he got up, frowned at his stark lack of belongings, and put them all on a bag he had acquired at some point. He had the pair of shoes on his feet, maybe four shirts (five if you included the single t-shirt he owned), two pairs of slacks and a pair of jeans. A random collection of socks, probably six pair if he bothered to count, and a similar number of boxers that he definitely had never bothered to count because who the hell counts their underwear.]
[His clothes into the bag, he frowned and stuck his wallet in his pocket and took his gun out of the box he'd been hiding it in. Making sure it was unloaded and the safety was on, he slid it into the waistband of his slacks against the small of his back and shrugged the bag onto his shoulder.]
[Well that had been easy.]
[He double, triple, and probably quadruple-checked the room to make sure it wasn't a mess-- it wasn't --before he ducked out of it, leaving the door open. He then wandered down the hallway until he reached Sollux's room.]
[If there was anyone he wanted to directly speak to before he wandered into the blistering heat to find some inexpensive small living space for himself, it was Sollux. He knocked twice and waited.]
WHAT: Feelings and check-ups.
WHERE: Trollhouse. Sollux's room?
WHEN: After Littlekat's post to the network, before Dadkat moves out of Trollhouse.
WARNINGS: Trolls. Also probably feelings.
SUMMARY: So Dadkat has decided to move out of Trollhouse because he can't have a cat because he doesn't care much for living under the rules of a crazy thirteen year old alien him! But before he packs up his shit and goes, he's gonna talk to his adoptive alien son. Like a good deadbeat notdad.
[He had sat in his room with a vaguely disgruntled look on his face for a solid seven minutes, thinking and wondering and trying to figure out how he was going to do this. Once his seven minutes were up he got up, frowned at his stark lack of belongings, and put them all on a bag he had acquired at some point. He had the pair of shoes on his feet, maybe four shirts (five if you included the single t-shirt he owned), two pairs of slacks and a pair of jeans. A random collection of socks, probably six pair if he bothered to count, and a similar number of boxers that he definitely had never bothered to count because who the hell counts their underwear.]
[His clothes into the bag, he frowned and stuck his wallet in his pocket and took his gun out of the box he'd been hiding it in. Making sure it was unloaded and the safety was on, he slid it into the waistband of his slacks against the small of his back and shrugged the bag onto his shoulder.]
[Well that had been easy.]
[He double, triple, and probably quadruple-checked the room to make sure it wasn't a mess-- it wasn't --before he ducked out of it, leaving the door open. He then wandered down the hallway until he reached Sollux's room.]
[If there was anyone he wanted to directly speak to before he wandered into the blistering heat to find some inexpensive small living space for himself, it was Sollux. He knocked twice and waited.]