Summary: The Star - Cast the first stone. Just another shitty day. At Volcano-Fucking-High. The air is thick with warm fog - feels like I'll suffocate in the open air if I'm out long enough. I've been waiting around the stairs to see if I can catch Anon, but the crowds are really starting to fill in. At this rate I'll lose oxygen if I keep o- "What's wrong Fang"? It's Naser. Thanks for getting my hopes up, bro. "I'm fine". Must have spaced out there for a second. He's giving me some dissatisfied look. Buzz-off, will you? He turns away, "Well, I'll be seeing you". "Yeah". He turns and heads into the school. For a moment, I consider stopping him, telling him to have a good day, giving him a smile, giving him a hug, anything really. But I don't, because that's just the kind of sibling I am. Right now, it's me and Anon against the world. Where is he? suddenly I feel a buzzing in my pockets; it's my phone. Looks like two messages from Anon. I'm late. Stayed up too long baiting /r0ck/trigs. Losers. Fuck, do I even want to bother? Fang's honestly the only good thing about school. I need some me-time, but I'll let her know. >sry to say but im ditching >fkn tired man Dot-dot-dot. Every time my heart stops in suspense. Even for something like this. Thx asshole> Btter make room in ur shitbox> Looks like I'm getting less me-time than I was hoping for; I know better than to argue. I roll over my bed and eat shit - you win this time, floor. The pain's getting some neurons to fire though. I lie perfectly still on the floor. Am I meditating? I'm meditating. What am I gonna do? Not just about this pigsty, but with my life. College or the service, right? "Wrong". What the fuck. "You've drowned out your inner world with shitposting and vidya so thoroughly and violently that in your first moments of pure introspection, it's resurfaced as a voice in your head". How subtle. How long will I be schizophrenic for? "Once you start thinking like an actual person and not a hylic, this will just feel like normal thought". Okay, so never. "Your parents control the lease of your lodging and nothing more. You need to figure your own life out, Anon-style". Well, where am I headed right now? "Nothing good. One day you'll say or do the wrong thing, and the only thing that's made you happy will go bye-bye. It'll go down hard, you'll never live it down. Real tragedy. Real gruesome shit". Fang? "Nice work, detective. However, if you're not true to yourself, the best you can ask for is a stable marriage and gainful employment". Hey well that's not too bad. Fang doesn't seem the type though. "And neither are you. Frankly, you've been too retarded to go that route with her. You need a miracle, and it's a good thing one got knocked into your thick fucking skull". No biggie, Fang. Just a hop and a skip and you'll be in Skin Row with your cute caveman bee-eff. No better feeling, right? Yeah, right. Why's he too tired for school now? Usually I'm the truant. Maybe he's going through something? Yeah, like he even thinks outside of playing video games and feeling me up. Can't complain, no one else would even turn my way - not even my 'friends', not anymore. Walking down these streets, everything feels calmer than you'd expect. Even though I could get mugged at any moment, Skin Row gives me a low-soul jazz feeling. By extension, maybe Anon does too. Behold, Casa De La Caveman. I knock a few times, and I wait. I knock a few more times, come on you dork, better not be sleeping on me. There he is. "Rude to keep your partner waiting". His eyes widen with worry, he hesitates before jumping right into a tight hug, "My bad Fang". "Woah, someone's happy to see me". He's wearing an unbefitingly warm smile. What's up with him? We're supposed to be the chill couple, you dweeb, "come on in, make yourself at home". "Sure, thanks Mom". He rolls his eyes at that one. You still got it, Fang. I move to sit on his bed and he scurries around to clean up trash he left lying around. Something's off about him. He hasn't mumbled even a little. He's practically always narrating his mind. Something's going on here. "Dude what's with you? Did you hit your head too hard or something"? His face goes pale with shock. You still got it, Fang. Immediately I'm laughing my ass off. There may not be much mumbling from him, but his poker-face is as bad as ever. He's looking grumpy now, "lucky guess, ass". That's still kinda weird, it's not like falling on your face changes you a whole lot. "You've been pretty quiet, who knew all it took to shut you up was some head trauma. I'll keep that in mind for another time". He rolls his eyes at that one, too. You're on a roll, Fang. He scooches up beside me and, ever the cutie, nuzzles his head against my shoulder. He's being waaaayyy more cuddly than normal. Looking back up at me he starts to speak, "Fang, I've been doing some thinking..." "Woah, just how hard did you hit your head"? His face flattens and his eyes stare daggers into me. You jumped the shark, old ptero - your streak is dead in the water. He resumes. "Yeah - thanks. I've been thinking, and recently I can't help this feeling that I'm, like, fucked or something". He's pulling my wing. The guy's always been kinda stoic and stuff, autistic mumbling aside. "Anon, you're not 'fucked', this is just what it's like to bask in my presence". You tried, Fang, but you're not recovering that streak. Stop fucking around and listen to your boyfriend. He goes on, a bit exasperated, "I don't know, How do I put it? It kind of feels like I'm losing myself - who I am. it's not great". See? This is serious, you cunt. And you can't do anything about it, because you're even less sure of who (YOU) are. It's your fault he's like this, if you just let him move on from you instead of trying to cling onto him like a life preserver he'd be cuddling up to Rosa or something, planning how much daffodils he'll plant for each ankle-biter he plans on giving her. Despite how much you'd like to blame everything else, every issue in your life is your fault. You're a dumb bitch who can't even accept the wet hole between her legs. Did you honestly expect to keep a guy in this pathetic state? ... , "Hey, Earth to Fang"? "Yeah that sucks... Haha..." Raptor Jesus, just kill me now. Despite everything, he's still being pretty patient with me. He nuzzles into my chest and I squeeze him tight, "Yeah, it really does". Why did he wait until now to be such a sweetheart? Fuck, man. Of all the days to open up - couldn't you have saved if for Saturday? I can't have people relying on me emotionally on a weekday. I can't have people relying on me emotionally at all. "Hey, let me try and cheer you up". Time to put your moves on, Fang. Caress him, make him warm. He's slim, but you feel some his definition as he presses against you. When you embrace him like this, it feels like he's a puzzle-piece - matching perfectly with you, as if you were always meant to hold each other in this way. You're a firecracker of a pterosaur, get that skinnie to light you up. Take his wrist in your hand, guide him to your tail. You need a squeeze about now. I want it bad, but he's stopping, "Fang, I..." "No! No-it's okay! We don't have to if you don't want". You're one piece of work alright. He's trying to open up and you think it's the perfect time to take cock? What's next? Are you gonna cry? Make him feel worse? God, you're pathetic. Suddenly a prickling feeling shoots up my spine. He's got a firm grip on my tail, "Maybe you need some cheering up, Fang". Fingers start rubbing and prodding right at the underside-base of my tail, that's the fucking spot. He's kneading at it like dough, muscles in my ass tense and relax at his touch. Damn, did he practice for this? Just for a little moment, I let my problems slip away; the pleasure puts a warm blanket over my mind. Burying my face into his chest, I feel like I'm melting into him. He goes to pet and caress all those little spots hidden away, the pit of my back, the spots in between my wings, a little under the crest. I can't help wriggling writhing against him, head all warm and fuzzy. If i'd known he could be so thorough I'd have had him attached to me all the time. "We'll figure shit out, Anon. I-umm.. I really - I really lo-like what you're doing..." I'm the one getting all loose-lipped here, huh. Just cuddle with your man and stop trying you retard. Suddenly he plants a firm, warm kiss on my forehead, "I really like doing it. Hey, in a bit - do feel like going out"? "To school"? His arm slips around my shoulder, "No, like - a walk. We can do whatever, It's not like I plan ahead for this stuff". He's too cute. A day out with my other-half, what could be better? Suddenly his face turns to me with some surprise, "your what"? "Oh... Shit". You just mumbled that out loud. Dumbass.