a poem to the dead// POETRY, AGAIN.

"What do you mean you knocked her out and dragged her back home?" Jude heaves. "Kiki you can't just do that!?" "And why not?" The body on their bed groans. "That's why not. Kiki what the fuck. We live in a very delicate state of time, that is a very plot relevant character!" Kiki scrunches their face up. "No, that's a homicidal teenager who decided self control wasn't an option." "Kiki, you became a vigilante because you thought it'd be cool." "I mean," they say slowly, like they're trying very hard not to make an ass of themselves in front of their spouse/best friend/platonic lover "you're not wrong, but, like- in my defense, she tried to kill me." Kiki points to the teen on the bed, who was waking up. Bleary. Or- Two agender dumbasses get thrown into a manga where they both proceed to adopt the most problematic characters. (ft. the occasional plot.)