The Consul and The Cat

24- And They Were Roommates!

Custard warning (just for the start)

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The Consul slips through the window with some difficulty, then quietly closes it behind him and sighs with relief.

"Clotted Cream..." The door opens behind him. "You snuck out."

Clotted Cream shoves his mask in his pocket, turning to face Custard, "Father! I was just- I really wanted to get back to hero work!"

"Hero work? HERO WORK?! ALL YOU DID WAS GO ON A DATE WITH THAT VILLAIN!"

Clotted Cream takes a step back, "I-"

"Do you have any idea how horrible this is for your image? For CusTech?!"

Clotted Cream hesitantly crosses his arms, "So what if I was? The fans seem to like it."

"Are you talking back?!"

Clotted Cream stands straighter, "Yes, I am! I'm nineteen, I can make some decisions on my own now!"

"And you think ruining your reputation by hanging out with a villain is a good idea?"

Clotted Cream's snake arms raise behind him, "I can ruin your reputation in an instant!"

Custard takes a step back, a hint of.. Recognition? Fear? Disgust? Possibly all three, visible in his eyes. It's quickly replaced by anger, "CLOTTED CREAM!"

The air around him darkens ominously. His eyes glow in a way Clotted has only seen twice before. He knows those powers all too well, and his snake arms are proof of that.

His snake arms! He quickly uses them to shove Custard out of the room. He slams the door shut and locks it, pressing his whole body weight against the door, which shakes as Custard bangs on it, "CLOTTED CREAM OPEN YOUR DOOR THIS INSTANT!"

Clotted Cream can't tell if the pounding is from his heart or the door, which is rattling on its hinges. He starts using his snake arms to gather the essentials while keeping his back firmly pressed against the door.

He shoves a few civilian outfits into his bag, his sketchbook, his laptop, and his water bottle. As he's scanning the room for anything else, the banging stops.

"NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOD!"

He runs away from the door, grabbing his chargers and shoving them in the bag before zipping it shut and shattering his window with the points on his snake arms.

Custard's boots rapidly approach his door as he climbs out the window.

The door cracks and splinters as Custard crashes through it. Clotted screams and slips on the roof, only catching himself on the broken glass in the window frame.

He slices his hand open, but the adrenaline is too high right now as he runs across the roof, away from Custard.

"CLOTTED CREAM GET BACK HERE!"

Clotted Cream escapes the property without looking back, putting his mask on before anyone can see his face.

He checks his phone while running, holding it in his uninjured hand. Killer Kitty texted him the location to meet up with his new roommate.

He ducks into a public bathroom to change and "What the hell?!"

His glove is soaked in blood, a huge slice in the center. He sucks in a breath, his heart still pounding in his ears, "That looks Bad, but I don't have any time to get healed at Hero HQ."

He takes off the bloody glove and tosses it into a trashcan, then rinses the cut in the sink, "This'll have to do for now."

He tears part of his cape off and ties it around his hand, then dips into a stall to change into civilian clothes, tucking his snake arms away.