kinship | 011 Resolutions

[A: Action; Locked to Housemates]

[Cain is in the front room, carefully taking down the Christmas decorations. He's got a wide smile on his face, even if there's a slightly wistful look in his eyes as he winds up tinsel and packs away baubles.]

[B: Around Town (Open)]

[On the way to the store this morning, Cain was enjoying the crisp weather now that the town was no longer in the grips of a deep freeze. He's kicking a stone idly as he walks, making a game out of trying to land it on a certain spot each time, when he accidentally kicks it a bit too hard.

--SMASH--!!

It's gone right through the window of a nearby building. Maybe that was your house? The shop you work in? Or maybe you just happened to see the incident and want to laugh at the horrified expression on Cain's face?]

[C: Phone (Open)]

New Year is a time for resolutions in a lot of places and, though I've never made them before, I thought I would this time. So... here we go. I resolve to greet everyone I meet here and make new friends, as well as grow closer to the friends I already have. I resolve to help everyone make it through anything this town throws at us, as well as do my part in finding a way home. I resolve to dye my brother's hair pink at least once this year, and I resolve... to have resolve, to keep looking forward and not let anything break me down.

Do any of you have resolutions? Big or small?

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You could have if I had been sleeping. [says this like it's just as bad as waking someone up from sleeping in the middle of the night... he doesn't even sleep he's just looking for reasons to complain.

but wow, he sure looks as cranky as someone who was just woken up.]

[Cain raises an eyebrow slowly, before replying in a dryly.]

I'm very sorry I disturbed your possible sleeping.

You had better be. [so snappy, he's even worse than someone who just woke up... he sniffs indignantly before bending down to pick up one of the shattered bits of glass, along with the stone that had caused the mess.]

Throwing rocks in a suburban area isn't generally a wise idea, in case the urge to do so overwhelms you again in the future.

I didn't throw it, it just got a bit out of control by accident... I really am sorry for the damage, I'll try and help fix it.

[Doesn't he look contrite? How could anyone be angry at this face?]

[Charles has apparently found a way to do just that, because he's still looking pretty miffed even with all the apologies. such a nice guy.]

How could a rock have gone out of control by accident? [DISBELIEF...] Either way, you needn't help clean. The house will repair itself by the morning. [he's fussing with the broken edges of the window while he speaks, though. sharp glass totally isn't dangerous okay!]

I was kicking it down the street, and I think my foot just hit it at the wrong angle.

[He steps closer to inspect the window as Charles fusses with it.]

You shouldn't do that, you could cut yourself.

You accidentally kicked it through a window. [that sure is a flat tone...] But if anyone could manage something like that, it would be you.

[he doesn't seem bothered at all by the possibility of cutting himself, though, and takes to plucking a few of the remaining shards from the side of the window.] I can't leave it like this either. There are idiots here, they may cut themselves.

I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not...

[He pretends to think for a moment, joining Charles at the window to help clear the debris away.]

I think I will. The Amazing Cain, can even accidentally kick stones through windows in a feat nobody else is capable of~!

That truly sounds like something you oughtn't be proud of. [but despite all the snark and foul temper, he seems to be going out of his way to snatch up any of the larger, sharper pieces before Cain can get his hands on them. he feels fairly certain that he's the only one with nifty ultra healing between the two of them...]

[That would be a good assumption; he does heal faster than the average human, but not exactly a miracle speed.]

All the more reason why I should be, especially if it's a talent that only I have.

[this town ain't big enough for two freakish miracle-speed healers!! no, Charles would actually feel pretty in his element if he knew Cain had healing abilities, even if that would totally blow the whole 'nope I'm an average human' cover...]

But this is Mayfield. If you were to find someone with a horrid talent similar to yours anywhere in the known realm of existence, it would be here.

Perhaps I have more talents than just that one, and I'm keeping the others on reserve in case I get challenged in this one?

[Not really, now he's just outright teasing, as he helps clear the sill of broken glass carefully.]

[that claim only earns him an eyeroll, and he finishes plucking up the last of the major shards and sweeps some of the dust into his palm before stepping from the window.]

I do hope you won't make a habit of destroying my house as some have done. [no Charles you are the only one who consistently destroys the house...]

People consistently destroy just your house?

[He raises an eyebrow, as though to ask what Charles has been doing to piss off all these house destroyers.]

[you kill a few people and suddenly they're breaking your walls down, who knew things worked that way!]

Houses always seem to be in some sort of danger here between the town and the people living within it, but mine does seem to attract an unfortunate amount of bumbling idiots. It's like a collection of bulls in a china shop.

Maybe you should paint it a different colour, like a giant warning sign to keep people away from it.

[Now he's just trolling, even if his expression is innocent.]

The aesthetics in this town are poor enough on their own. I wouldn't wish our house to become a monstrosity like the pink one.

[oh those crazy Mayfielders... it's hard to tell whether or not he's actually taking this suggestion seriously.]

There's a pink house?

[He's quite surprised. He would have thought anyone that genuinely tried to buck the trend would have been quite quickly shut down.]

[he nods down the street] Ask the girl with the duck army about it. [...and apparently that needs no further explanation because he leaves it at that!]

I've heard rumors of other houses undergoing similar forced paint jobs.

[Wait now, back up a moment. Cain looks mildly suspicious, as though wondering if Charles is trolling him.]

Duck army?

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he's just here to sour everyone's day yeaaah

it's how he rolls man

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