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VRISSY:
YIFFANY:
VRISSY:
YIFFANY:
VRISSY: Soooooooo........
Clad in comfy pyjamas, Vrissy sat on the rooftop of the Maryam-Lalonde home and hugged her legs close to her chest, resting her head on her knees and staring out at the starry sky half-hidden by the treeline.
Beside her, Yiffany leaned on one bent knee, not meeting Vrissy's eyes whenever she glanced sideways at her. Instead, the girl stared dead ahead, right at the treeline. The only tell that she even heard Vrissy was the gentle flick of her ears when the girl spoke up.
VRISSY: Look, I know for a fact you don't like me That Much, 8ut--
YIFFANY: who said i don't like you?
Vrissy felt her eyes widen, and she stared longways at her half-sister.
VRISSY: S8 y8u Caaaaaaaan talk.
YIFFANY: of course i can talk.
YIFFANY: i just don't like to.
YIFFANY: actions speak louder than words.
VRISSY: ........yeah, t8ll me a8out it.
Vrissy chuckled, and looked back out at the night sky.
VRISSY: I, uh........
VRISSY: I c8me out here t8 just 8e al8ne s8metimes.
VRISSY: Whenever the Adults Are Fighting 8r whatever.
VRISSY: N888dy's ever menti8--
YIFFANY: n888dy?
VRISSY:
VRISSY: *Nobody*'s ever menti8ned it, s8 I d8n't think they kn8w a8out it.
VRISSY: Pretty c88l place, huh?
YIFFANY: ...
YIFFANY: yeah, it is.
YIFFANY: i don't...
YIFFANY: i don't not-like you, by the way.
VRISSY: Awww, I'm t8uched.
YIFFANY: shut up, i'm serious!
YIFFANY: i don't hate you.
YIFFANY: i don't--
YIFFANY: i dunno, *blame* you for all the stupid shit that's happened.
YIFFANY: i think you're pretty cool, honestly.
VRISSY:
VRISSY: 8h.
VRISSY: I, uh.
VRISSY: I d8n't 8lame y8u either.
Yiffany nodded, and her ears flattened slightly as she did. She always hated them-- giving away so much more about her than she ever wanted anyone to know. The only emotional tell, outwardly, that she had. But maybe it wasn't... that bad, around Vrissy at least.
Vrissy was the only nice person she'd met since leaving school.
VRISSY: I...
VRISSY: Ugh, g8g, F8rgive Me F8r This.
VRISSY: 8ut I knew M8m and Jade were...
VRISSY: Well, Y'kn8w.
YIFFANY: yeah.
YIFFANY: did you know about--
VRISSY: N8, I never had any idea a8out y8u.
VRISSY: I just... saw the way they l88ked at each 8ther whenever we saw Jade, and I Put Tw8 And Tw8 T8gether.
VRISSY: If I knew a8out you, I'd have d8ne a l8t m8re than sh8plift t8 piss M8m 8ff!!!!!!!!
Vrissy laughed, and to her surprise-- Yiffany did too. Her laugh was genuine, sweet, like a sharp bark into the open night sky.
YIFFANY: i knew about you, for what it's worth.
YIFFANY: kinda hard not to, our moms are like fifty percent of all news coverage anymore.
YIFFANY: breaking news! the gods that created our planet are dysfunctional, soap-operatic assholes whose only goals are to be as selfish and stupid as possible!
YIFFANY: we here at channel eleven news could only wish god was dead, and one day we hope no one cares.
YIFFANY: now back to jason with the weather.
The whole bit had Vrissy rolling with laughter by the end, managing to break out of her fetal position to splay out on the rooftop in a fit of giggles.
VRISSY: G8g, y8u really h8 them That Much????????
YIFFANY: you don't?
Yiffany turned to face Vrissy head-on, the baggy clothes she wore (she was almost a full size smaller than Vrissy, whose clothes she'd been borrowing since moving in) hanging off her and casting strange shadows in the moonlight.
YIFFANY: you look at them, and i mean *really* look at them, and all there *is* is hate.
YIFFANY: they hate each other, they hate *us*, and more than that they hate *themselves*.
YIFFANY: screw what kind of leader is like that.
YIFFANY: what kind of *god* is like that?
VRISSY: L88k, I kn8w y8u've 8een thr8ugh a l8t, 8ut--
VRISSY: M8m d8esn't h8 us, 8kay?
VRISSY: Mama even Likes Y8u.
YIFFANY: kanaya likes me because rose is apathetic towards me at best.
YIFFANY: i'm the walking, talking symbol of their dying marriage, so liking me is an act of passive-aggression against her.
YIFFANY: and *jade* likes me because she sees me as a mini-her.
YIFFANY: a jade 2, able to live her little vicarious life.
YIFFANY: but y'know what?
YIFFANY: fuck that, and fuck them!
YIFFANY: if rose is gonna have the guts to call us 'off-brand doppelgangers', then-- then--
YIFFANY: ugh, nevermind.
VRISSY: W8, did--
VRISSY: D8d She Say That??
Ooh, shit. Yiffany winced, and scooted closer to Vrissy.
YIFFANY: after they first picked me up, they...
YIFFANY: *i* listened in on their big argument, and that's what rose said.
YIFFANY: that the worst part about this place is all the off-brand doppelgangers running around, and--
Vrissy didn't care to hear the rest. She stood up, clambered down the side of the roof, and slid into the bedroom window she'd climbed out of. Yiffany paused for a moment, not sure if she should...
...and then climbed after her.
In the bedroom the two had been sharing, Vrissy had already tossed herself onto her bed, clearly violently. Yiffany watched as she curled around a pillow, clutching it to her chest like a security blanket, and heard the tears in her voice when she spoke.
VRISSY: I d8nt w8nn8 t8lk 8nym8re
YIFFANY: you don't have to, i'm sorry i mentio--
VRISSY: D8nt 8e
Vrissy looked up from the pillow, and sniffled. Maybe she wanted to look angry, but she mostly looked scared. And alone. Yiffany knew the feeling, and especially the look.
VRISSY: I just wish shed ever tell me herself she
VRISSY: She
Tears welled up again, and Vrissy really let it all out. A whole-chest sob, at the thought of her mother-- for all her flaws and faults, how much she couldn't stand that woman and that woman couldn't stand her-- seeing her as nothing but an off-brand doppelganger. An inferior to someone she barely knew.
It was a moment before Vrissy realized there was an arm around her shoulders, or that it was Yiffany's, or that Yiffany had sat down beside her. With a heavy sniffle, Vrissy peeled her eyes open to see her sister leaning against her, and feel the soft fur of her ears against her neck.
Neither one said anything. Not then, and not later, when Vrissy cried herself out of tears and laid down to sleep. And when Yiffany crept off of Vrissy's bed, and curled up in the air mattress on the floor, the only then did she speak-- to nobody in particular, to whoever may be listening, maybe to herself as a reminder.
YIFFANY: we're gonna give you hell.