re_alignment_logs | Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

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Chasing a lie I thought I believed in

WHO: Kay and whoever stumbles upon her.

WHERE: Junkpile

WHEN: Today

WHAT: Kay's exploring the Junkpile for some items. If you cross her path and talk to her she'll most likely find an item for you.

WARNINGS: She's a little grumpy after being embarrassed in front of Alpha Trion. Feel like cheering her up?

There's nothing worse than being made a fool in front of your idol. And Kay had learned that all too quickly. Cliffjumper had not only pranked her into thinking he'd been turned into a guitar (a guitar that was now gone, whether by Trion's correction or her own disposal), but some things, like your own competence shouldn't be called out on. At least that's how Kay saw it. But bottling yourself up in your room was getting old, so she took it outside, trekking all the way to the Junkpile to relieve some teenage-girl steam. Although this didn't keep her from her promise to Kagerou either. She sent a text to the robot saying she'd meet him there if he was well enough to go.

From pile to pile she leapt, searching for anything and everything. There wasn't much to find that didn't get scavenged earlier, but it provided a great distraction from everything. She sat crouched, examining what looked to be a whisk before tossing it to the side, scanning this pile once more.

"Stupid."

Whether she was talking about the whisk or something else was to be debated. She flipped her hair out of the way, giving a big sigh before hoisting herself to her feet.

Maybe the next pile would have something.

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A badger? Or a crow looking for shiny objects? He holds his hand steady, only splaying his fingers out when the pile needs more support.

"None of us knew what was happening. It isn't our fault."

He tilts his head in the other direction. Thankfully for her, he's only met the one.

"Then he is wrong. He shouldn't have upset you."

"Then why do I feel so stupid about it...?" Kagerou's efforts certainly help her, and she finds something relatively squishy in that pile thanks to his assistance. She gives a few tugs on it, watching as garbage falls around her.

"I know he shouldn't have...but maybe the problem wasn't him."

"Likely... for the same reason everyone else feels foolish," he says. His weight shifts, bracing more of the pile against his arm, keeping it from falling on her. He said he'd look after her, after all.

"He took advantage of your confusion. I think it is."

"Is it a bad thing to feel that way?

Yeah...he said it was just a prank..."

She ducks under that arm for slight shelter as she continues to pull, that pile starting to budge as she presses her foot against it. When it starts to come into view, her eyes widen, and puts more effort into it.

Whatever she had, it was something she wanted.

"Maybe not. If it was our fault."

Which he's not sure it is. Not anymore.

"A prank... to make you feel like this?"

He watches her for a moment longer, before bringing his other hand around and pinching whatever it is she has. Then it's his turn to pull.

"I wouldn't care so much if...if it wasn't in front of Mr. Alpha Trion..."

She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to make him proud. She sees Kagerou grab on, pulling in unison with him, and with the extra strength, a green blob falls out of the pile, along with a blue one of the same size following after.

"Oh my god..."

"If you weren't the only one to make a fool of yourself... does that help?"

He's trying. Really, Kay, he's trying. Whether or not he's succeeding is another matter entirely. It's good to see that something, at least, worked. He isn't sure what those blobs are... but he can always ask.

"What are those...?"

Like that.

"It...it might. I wouldn't feel so alone..."

She can tell he is, and honestly it just makes her want to hug him all the more. He'll probably get one sooner or later out of this anyway. When asked about the blobs, she drags them over in a clear area, a smile on her face.

"It's...a beanbag chair! Two of them!"

"Then you aren't the only one to be a fool."

Hopefully, that helps. Then again, he tended to feel foolish on a regular basis around here, so maybe that wasn't as much of a comfort as it was meant to be. The beanbags he simply stares at.

No, he's never seen them before.

"Beanbag chairs...?"

"...It does. Not that I want you to be a fool...but we can be together."

At his confusion, she smiles a bit wider, sitting in one all curled up.

"They're a chair, but they're not like a regular chair. It's like a nest."

"It's all right. You aren't making fun of me for it."

Not like some of them would. It was irritating, more than anything else. With no credit for, at the very least, trying to do things right.

He watched her curl up, then, his head tilting to one side, like the bird he transformed into.

"It looks... small."

Too small for him.

"And you didn't make fun of me. So of course I wouldn't!"

She giggled at his head tilt of curiosity, giving a smile when he makes that comment.

"Well, it's for humans. But...Maybe if you put a bunch together, you can sit in one!"

"I wouldn't make fun of you for making a mistake."

He means that. Take that, Gunmax. After a moment, he crouches, looking at the little blobs on the ground. He pokes at one with a fingertip.

"Make... a real nest?"

That really brightens her mood, like for serious. Her eyes practically glitter at it as she gives his hand a little jump hug. When she sees it moving towards the beanbag chair to poke it, a hand moves to her chin in thought.]

You know, now that I think of it...yeah! It is kind of like a nest."

He blinks, trying his best not to yank himself backward in surprise. It's just an affectionate gesture. Nothing he needs to worry about. So he relaxes.

"A human nest." A pause. "It would... be sort of nice."

She rubs that hand as he pokes it, unable to keep a little smile from appearing under that scarf.

"Let's keep searching. Maybe we can find more. If there's two, there's ALWAYS three."

What kind of saying is that Kay, seriously.

"Always? How can you be sure?"

He doesn't move yet, though, reluctant to pull his hand away. He doesn't want to hurt her, after all. And if she's still clinging to him, that's a real possibility.

"Well, usually. Usually's a better word."

[She lets go of that hand, going back to the junk pile and searching the area where the first beanbags were. If she couldn't find any more, she'd give Kagerou one of them, but...]

Hm...I think there's another in there...

"Usually."

He goes back to helping her, once she lets him go. It worked the last time, so, once more, he slips his hand into the pile, holding it up for her.

"A small one?"

When he lifts that part of the pile up again, she climbs in, inspecting it from the inside. Kay, that's not how you...it's going to collapse at that ra-sigh. Nothing's going to stop you, is it.

"I think so...but you can take one of the ones we found already. And if this one is...you can take it too, and you'll have two of them!"

Not that she has anything to worry about. Soundwave asked him to look after her. And, even if he hadn't, she'd been nothing but decent -- kind -- to him. A friend. You looked out for your friends.

So he keeps his hand braced, holding it up off her.

"I don't have a use for it. It's yours."

When she hears that, her head pokes out of that hole, like a little mouse.

"You don't want them? But...you helped me find them!"

It just didn't seem fair to take everything if he had helped look. Then again, they were small...but that didn't stop her from trying to make it work.

His expression softens. It's not quite a smile, but it's close. That's got to be some kind of miracle.

"Kay. What would I do with them?"

He honestly doesn't see the point in taking one from her. He couldn't use it, after all. He'd only just break it.

That makes her think for a moment. Although, she has to say she enjoys that little attempt at a smile.

"Well, it might make a nice pillow!"

And back into the pile she goes.

"I told you you had a nice smile!"

"I think it's still too small for that..."

He shifts his weight when she goes back, putting both hands into the mess, in order to better support it. How long can she be in there, anyway?

But then he sputters a little, his wings fluttering.

"I... what?"

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