30th metal . video . CW for unknowing marijuana use

[godsays]

[ Zane has a half-empty brownie plate next to him. (Courtesy of a couple certain superheroes.) He's leaning back against his bed, sitting on the floor. He licks his fingers of crumbs, and folds his arms so his elbows rest on his knees. ]

I was thinking.

[ He rubs at one of his eyes. ]

Whether or not you need someone, or love them - that doesn't have anything to do with whether you think they're - good. Good. Or good for you. You don't think like that. You think about how you feel. You don't think at all. Or you only think - in stupid ways.

You have to train someone to think that way. And will they really be happy? Calculations. Is this person better for me than they are bad... they owe me this much love to even the scales.

I've never done that. But I think it would be worse than keeping track of slight, or humiliation, or jealousy, or power. Keeping those was just ordinary. As easy as breathing or Burning.

There are some people I love who might not be very good. Here. But I love them anyway. Like family.

[ He's very intense. And keeps staring off into the distance for a second or two. ]

All my family is dead. [ Abruptly. ] Except, I think - maybe not. Probably dead.

[ He bites his lip, contemplatively. ]

I want to chew something.

[ private to Vin, Marsh, Erik, the 16th ]

Kelsier is in a coma.

[ private to Morgana, the 16th]

Help me.

[ private to Cassel, the 16th ]

I'm not holding together.

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[patheticvillain]

And boring.

What, you mad at the stain?

[godsays]

No. Yes.

No.

[patheticvillain]

So a little bit.

[godsays]

Annoyed.

[ He crushes a chip in his hand. ]

[patheticvillain]

. . . Have you ever seen bubble wrap before?

[godsays]

I don't know what that is.

[patheticvillain]

It's noisy.

[godsays]

[ He starts eating the chip crumbs. ]

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel laughs and dumps the chips out onto the bed, then takes off his glove and holds the wrapper in his bare hand.]

[Then he makes some bubble wrap, slips his glove back on, and stretches it wide with a Vanna White-esque gesture.]

You want to pop the bubbles? The answer is yes.

[godsays]

[ Zane grabs the glove before Cassel gets it back on. ]

What do they do?

[patheticvillain]

Hey!

[That's his. Rude. He reaches for it irritably.]

I told you. They just make a loud noise.

[godsays]

[ Holding it out of range~ ]

Show me.

[patheticvillain]

Give me my stupid glove back and I'll show you!

[flops after glove sadly]

[godsays]

[ And in the effort of keeping it away, Zane rolls off the bed and thunks onto the floor.

He lies there, on his back. ]

The bed got smaller...

[patheticvillain]

Oh my god.

[He slides off the bed and lands next to Zane, holding the bubble wrap up and - after a dramatic pause - popping one of the bubbles.]

[godsays]

[ Zane startles. And drops the glove.

This might be the first time Cassel has ever seen him truly accidentally drop something. Be proud. ]

[patheticvillain]

[Oh thank god. He dives for the glove and pulls it back on, then throws the bubble wrap at Zane. Think fast!!]

[godsays]

[ He catches the wrap, and sits up against the bed, not particularly troubled by Cassel's victory. ]