[Stella is aware that he is, in many ways, incredibly delicate. She tries to tread very carefully. When he gets back she is taking a bite of the food, once she's swallowed she nods.]
[He's very used to being the one looking out for everyone else, it's the role he's comfortable inhabiting.]
Yeah? Good. [He tries some of the scramble for himself. It's certainly not fine cuisine, but for a quick home cook meal, he finds it decent.] Also not bad. Though we also have your stocked fridge to thank for it.
[It's the living beyond the hurt that's the harder part. Though moments like this help clear that path a little more. Moments outside of just his work or quest for revenge.]
It's good thinking ahead. I try and do the same at the Slat, always have something on hand.
[Not just for himself, but all the crew. Everyone under Kaz's wing have a roof over their heads and food to eat if they want it. Though any specialty items or personal snacks, those come out of their own pockets.]
[Kaz’s first instinct is to respond that if one shuts their emotions down, even grief can glide off stone. What he’s come to learn however is that while his pain is very real, it doesn’t make him special. Stella isn’t talking about him right now. And while he might at one point have fled rather than talk about emotions, his or anyone else’s, he remains standing there albeit awkwardly.]
It sounds like you have a lot buried. Or perhaps you’ve shoveled it up.
[She gets a snort at the rest.]
They’re just worse than cats if you don’t feed them, and just as bad to herd.
That sounds much more feasible than being left in charge of tiny people. Plus, scamming for homework sounds more useful than actual homework.
I mean, I've tasted my own blood and haven't been impressed, so I don't think I'll get the urge anytime soon. Good to know though, I do hate having questions lingering. It's like an itch in the brain.
A substantial number of years leads to a lot of shitty things happening to you.
[She gives a little shrug. While she deals with her emotions pretty well, there are still many things she has seen and experienced that she tries to keep buried deep in her mind.
If you live long enough you experience the feast and the famine.]
You're the boss cat then? Bringing home mice so they don't squabble?
I can imagine. For what it's worth, I hope whatever caused the shitty things has an even shittier time from it.
[He doesn't offer platitudes or promises of a better future, only that life's pains catch up with those that caused them, too. And when life doesn't take care of it by natural order, he's more than fine with comeuppances coming other ways.]
I'm... I cut the checks.
[He does more, of course, but he doesn't really know how to put it into words.
I've heard the same, and I'm good not confirming it myself anytime soon if ever. And I do think people could benefit from more alternative schooling. Especially the pipeline you told me you had.
Indeed, you were better than an online search. Nobody really wants to type 'how does blood taste different' into their search engines. Though Google has certainly seen worse.
I try and avoid bullshit where I can. And if anyone hurts you now, I'd help you pay them back if you wanted.
[He gets it. Not that many have ever bothered or dared to offer him platitudes. Kaz built up walls to act like nothing has ever hurt him, and it's worked well in keeping things like that at bay. He wouldn't want that bullshit, anyway.
As to the rest, he gives a small shrug. His voice is rough, even more so than the raspy quality he normally has.]
That makes the most logical sense and seems practical for a little Kaz.
Pyrokinesis and telekinesis were the first two things I learned and practiced. I had... some "anger" issues, apparently which is how the two are usually triggered.
[Kaz believing in someone to have his back is the highest of praise. Stella's proven herself trustworthy though to enter his small inner circle, even if she isn't in the gang proper.]
She sounds like someone I could see raising you. Picking a quaint quirk over a more practical means.
[She entirely doesn't have to become a Crow, Kaz has other people in his life who are in a similar situation.]
I don't think I've ever had anyone write me a letter, unless leaving me Post-It notes on what to add to the grocery list instead of just writing them on the grocery list counts.
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