Coffee with Hordak

Brothers

Once upon a time Hordak would spend his time in two places. First and most prominently his sanctum, from which he would mostly work on getting his portal machine to work, along with a few other technological terrors that he would win the war against Etheria. The other would be his Throne Room where he would hear reports from Force Captains, Shadow Weaver and later Catra as second in command. Never in his life would he ever find himself spending time at a local coffee shop. Nor would that coffee shop called the Winding Gears be in the middle of the Kingdom of Dryl, after a war his side technically lost, and him essentially being a mostly free clone. But here he was, sitting at his usual table with a mug of hot coffee in hand.

It didn't happen overnight of course. Entrapta pretty much had to pride the both of them out of the castle as they tried some 'social experiments' with others around the Kingdom of Dryl. As Princess she needed to interact with her people, something she wanted to be better at now that the war was over. Hordak had come to find this place as they had taken one of there walks and was encouraged to try one of the drinks. One sip later and he found the drink of coffee quite pleasing and relaxing. Thus he would make it a habit of attending here once a week, normally on his own to sit and drink in peace.

Honestly the view from the coffee shop was quite peaceful. Entrpata said it was very optimal for people watching and making social observations. It would allow him to learn a bit more about the people of Dryl from a somewhat safe distance without having to directly interact with them.

"Brother!"

Well...Almost all of them.

Hordak looked up from his cup to see a familiar white skin looking version of him with green eyes running toward him. Kadroh, or as used to be called Wrong Hordak, a fellow Clone and friend of Entrapata and the princesses arrived to sit down with him.

"Oh hello favorite brother of mine" Kadroh said with a smile.

Hordak frowned, "Isn't every brother your favorite"

"Oh yes, because you are all unique and remarkable in your own individual way"

"Of course" Hordak took a sip of his drink, "So, what brings you here brother?"

Kadroh shrugged, "Oh you know, just enjoying the lovely view of Dryl, enjoying a nice walk before I head over for my job"

Being the most well adjusted of Prime's Clone Kadroh had become a bit of a therapist and a counselor for all the Clones, although he had thought about expanding his clinetell to non Clones and to just regular Etherians as well. Entrapta said that he could give Princess Perfuma a run for her money, although the two had become good friends since the war ended.

"Ah, well, has it been an enjoyable brother?" Hordak asked.

Kadroh nodded, "Oh yes very much, it gives me inspiration for ways to help my fellow brothers"

"And how is that going?"

"Good so far, although we do have a few troubled souls" Kadroh sighed his ears flopping down a bit, "One called Yundi is still very ...un adjusted"

"I see" Hordak raised an eyebrow, "How so? Does he believe Prime will return"

"Well no, he's just...Quite negative towards the rest of us, saying that we should continue the fight even without Prime" Kadroh continued, "I hope I can dissuade him but he is very stubborn"

"I know that feeling" Hordak muttered taking another sip of coffee, "Well at least he is lucky to have found help early, otherwise he would be taking the remains of Prime's technology and forging an Empire in his name

Kadroh gave Hordak a confused look before saying, "Oh now brother no self-loathing in front of me please, you had no help and no support system to cope and you know it"

"I suppose...." Hordak took a deep breath, "The Princesses did have a good influence on you"

"You should know first hand," Kadroh winked.

Hordak gave a soft chuckle, Entrapta did have a way with him that no other person on all of Etheria ever did. She opened him up to the idea that he did not have to perfect. That the standard set by Prime was toxic and that imperfection was beautiful. That had been his montra ever since.