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[traitorously]

"Hi, It's Catty! If you're listening to this, I didn't give you a fake number! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can."

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[traitorously]

[Complete with happy noises.] Maybe your cooking builds up. [She only teases briefly before turning serious again] You mean the turtle? It's dying, right?

[fatedchaos]

That's so rude. [She gives a small huff.

She's quiet again, remembering her dream and the talk with Asti.] Yeah, that's what he called himself when he visited me. He's sick. Like, really sick. All of his brothers and sisters got sick and died, too, and there's no real cure.

[traitorously]

I don't hear you denying it.

[There's a pause] Can I take a better look? [Look at Catty, asking permission.]

[fatedchaos]

My cooking is just fine. I've been living off of it for five months. [xc!!!!!]

Okay. [Vanessa doesn't even hesitate in her answer. She trusts Catty, and she tries to swallow back the thought of 'now'.]

[traitorously]

I don't know if you can call that living.

[She dives on in without hesitation, but it's like swimming through glue. She makes a face to indicate that, struggling her way around Vanessa's thoughts until she can find the memory. She sits through it quietly before unsticking herself from her friends mind] Well that was depressing. You think this means he's getting worse? Like, if he's where our powers come from, now...

[fatedchaos]

You're a terrible friend.

[Vanessa can feel Catty moving through her mind, and it's weird, but she sits there patiently, still running her fingers through dark hair.] Yeah, I wish I knew a way to help that could be permanent. [A nod.] I can't know for sure unless other people are experiencing power failure, but it makes sense.

[traitorously]

I do what I can~

[She shifts a little, settling back into Vanessa's touch] We could ask your other friends? The demigods, or whatever. I mean, your new boytoy as fire powers right? [a beat] Maybe don't try kissing him again until you know what's going on.

[fatedchaos]

[Vanessa makes a squeaking sound, face going red.] He is not a boytoy. Catty. [God that's so embar- She pretty much looks like a tomato now.] You're terrible. Absolutely terrible.

[traitorously]

[Poking her knee] Uh, then what is he? He's not your boyfriend, at least not yet. He's younger, too. Boytoy, see? [A wide grin] Yeah, but you love me.

[fatedchaos]

[Nudging her shoulder.] He's my friend. That I like. [Nyeh.] Yeah, he's a couple of years younger. Not that that's a big deal or anything, because it's not. [It is kind of weird.] I absolutely love you.

[traitorously]

Booooooooooytooooooy. It's okay, I won't say it to his face. While you're around, at least. [Catty beams] You're the best.

[fatedchaos]

[She hates everything. Just... Everything. So rude.] Don't say it to his face, Catty. [Sighing and rolling her eyes now.] Yeah, I am pretty awesome.

[traitorously]

What will you give me not to? [Twisting her head so she's look right up at Vanessa] I'm glad you're starting to see it, too.

[fatedchaos]

Are you really trying to blackmail me right now? [She smiles despite herself.] That was mostly a joke.

[traitorously]

Absolutely. [Guess whose knee is getting poked again] Nope, you've said it now. No take backs.

[fatedchaos]

What do you want? [Poking her cheek.] I can take it back all I want.

[traitorously]

That's not how this works. You have to make an offer he - hey! [She puffs out her cheeks like that's some kind of defence] Stop that.

[fatedchaos]

[poke poke poke.] Usually blackmailers already have in mind what they want.

[traitorously]

Maybe I'm a special kind of blackmailer, hmm? Did you think of that?

[fatedchaos]

If by special you mean that you have no idea what you want, then yeah.

[traitorously]

Maybe I want to know what you want to give to me, hmm?

[fatedchaos]

[A frown.] I don't really have anything to give you. Clothes? I'll... Yeah, I've got nothing.

[traitorously]

[Huffing a sigh] You're terrible at this game.

[fatedchaos]

[Well, that's just mean. She's trying the best that she can!] I don't often get blackmailed by my best friend.

[traitorously]

[There's a pause] I actually forgot what I was holding over you.