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"And these are my friends! ... Some of them. Guys, this is my cousin, Morro."
He fucking knew it. Things'd been too good lately, and here he was: snakebites and corpse paint and looking right at him.
He snarls.
"So… you have a history?" Lloyd looks between them.
"... I'm gonna go."
"Wait, when did you even meet? Wasn't he in prison?" Jay.
"Was it… when you were still with… ?" Nya.
Kai hates it when she looks unsure, wrong-footed. She looks like their mother.
It pisses him off.
History repeats and here he still is.
He runs, the door still wide open.