Kane Frost

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I don't remember falling asleep here.

Someone's been busy.

( Tyki/Kane drabble - cut for length and... general dodginess. )

Nothing is scarier than who - or what - you really are.

This year I think I'll dress up as myself.

Oh Tyki I just listened to your voicemail... I was painting it's not like I don't love you anymore because I still do but it's distracting to pick up the phone and then sometimes by the time we're done the paint is all dry and I gotta mix some more again and it's never quite the same colour as before and the paint is dry on the canvas and the layers are all weird or sometimes the music is on really loud and I can't hear the phone and sometimes I get calls from people who want to convert me to become a momon or moremen or something and I don't know what that is because the people on the line are bad at explaining things but they seem kinda scary and it doesn't sound very fun so if I ignore their calls maybe they won't call me anymore and yeah so I'm sorry don't be angry I'll make you lobster ravioli with a light cream sauce and apple strudel tonight after you're done with work if you want?

This sucks. Had to break into my own house, am behind schedule but paint on pallete is all dry and everything hurts. And I think someone masturbated in my bed. Or rolled around in my sheets and... well I got blood on it anyway so I'm changing my sheets.


[To Asmodeus]

I'm sorry but I had to go.

I changed the sheets and did the laundry and ironed the clothes and washed the dishes and cleaned the floor and made waffles and left them in the microwave before I left. You don't have to eat them if you don't like waffles but you should at least try.

I'm sorry don't be angry please don't eat me thanks for letting me hang around maybe I'll see you around in the future but if not take care of yourself bye bye


[To Tyki]
Tyki I'm home now so please don't be mad. I don't think I'm ready for an alpaca. I can barely take care of myself and my place is really small and messy. It might eat my paint or canvas or painting or leg and then it might die and then I'd have to go to Hell and bring it back and then it might happen all over again.

On the way home I got hit by a car so my head and my arm is still bleeding and if I don't talk to you for a while Asmodeus climbed up my building and into my window like Spiderman and ate me while I wasn't looking.

Ooohh. Apparently redheads have a lower pain tolerance than blondes and dark-haired people. That's interesting. Lots of interesting medical journal articles on Tyki's shelf even though it's full of big words and meaningless numbers.

Tyki kept the painting too, but the more I look at it, the more I want to cut it up.

Cupboards are always tempting to peek into but I don't like pain.

Going back to the bed. It's soft and the sheets still smell like you.

Sold a painting for $152,400. Goes to show that one man's trash is another man's waste of money.

Running out of wall space. Maybe I should open a gallery. I'm open to name suggestions.


[Private to Tyki]
Dinner tonight? My treat. Don't really have much use for all this money anyway.