MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Fallen Angel pt. 2

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PoV: Skizz

If I ever had any doubts that I was out of my depth with the other hermits, their parties will always remind me.

It's mid April, and to celebrate everyone returning from exile, Pearl's hosting a party at her base, with a space theme. There's glowing stars and planets hanging everywhere, a giant model of the moon as a disco ball. Other hermits are milling about, talking, a few dancing, and others claiming that's what they're doing. In my usual panic, I failed to come up with any ideas as fun and painted planets onto my black waistcoat and trousers, while Tango and Zedaph have become a singular entity who apparently, after three weeks of practice, still can't speak and walk in sync. False is in a black suit and sunglasses, leaving a trail of inflatable grey aliens in her wake, and then pretending it wasn't her. Ren's 4th Doctor scarf has tripped up most of the hermits, including himself, multiple times.

But the Hermit I really want to catch up with is at the side, dressed in a stunning – and knowing him, accurate – constellation tailsuit. Cub paces, anxious, near the exit, fidgeting with a glass of something, talking with whatever unconventional twist on the theme Joe came as. All anyone knows or is willing to tell me is that he's been staying at Scar's base for the past fortnight, recovering from something. And I miss hanging out with him.

'...recovering pretty well, but I didn't want to risk it.'

'Rubbadub Cub... you look absolutely incredible!' I say. There's almost panic in his eyes as he looks up. I catch the mostly-healed scars on his face with concern.

'Oh- uh- cheers, man. Yeah... Scar made it. All of it.'

'What?! Really? Dude, it's absolutely incredible... But, anyway, how are you doing, buddy? Recovering well from... whatever happened?'

'I'm fine.'

Cub takes a step away, glancing at Joe, then back at me. I'm not convinced.

'Really?'

'Listen, man, I need to tell you something. It's import-' Cub stops, taking a deep breath. There's pain on his face. My worry for him grows. Joe frowns. 'It's important.'

'Yeah?'

'This seems private, so I'm going to go pester Cleo and give you some more space- oh, hey Scar!'

'Joe, there's space pizza!' Scar declares, running over. Cub brightens immediately, his discomfort fades. 'Grian brought enough pizza dough for everyone to design their own pizza-planets!'

'Dude, really?!' Cub replies with a laugh.

'I am gonna check that out right now... bye guys!' Joe runs off, leaving just me, Cub and Scar.

'So, how are you doing?' Scar asks. 'Skizzy, Cub?'

'I'm doing very well, Sir Scar... Love your suit, by the way.' I look Scar's matching constellation trousers and waistcoat up and down. 'Cub told me you actually made them by hand?'

'Oh, it's nothing... I've made better. It was a bit of a rush getting them both done...'

'Are you kidding?! I could never do something like that! All I did was paint terrible planets onto my suit!'

'Wait, those are planets?!' Scar's eyes widen. I burst out laughing.

'Dude... what did you think they were?!'

'I thought they were alien spots or something! I don't know! Not planets!'

'Cub, tell me you realised what-'