The One With The Empty Hand: Video

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[They stand in their room with their arms crossed. They're knee deep in Human detritus, as usual and yet: they don't look happy. Charlie complains first:]

What the suck? Who decided you can't take it with you?

[Scrad grumbles:]

We worked hard for that loot.

[Charlie adds:]

Yeah, we looted hard for it.

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

[He looks like glitter would just annoy him. He also looks like friends would just annoy him.]

So people you trust.

[Scrad says. After a pause, Charlie declares:]

...yeah, that's not happening.

[most_feared]

[They kind of do, but he likes them anyway. Like popcorn kernels and extra butter on movie theatre popcorn; they have their downsides but they're good for the movie.] Depends on the level of trust, I think.

Worth it if you find someone you can trust for one thing.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

You ever been wrong about somebody?

[Scrad asks.]

[most_feared]

Yep.

[That's all the explanation he offers. Because oh boy was he wrong.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

More than one somebody?

[Charlie asks.]

[most_feared]

A couple. [Just a couple. That he knows about so far.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

And that's worth it.

[Scrad does not sound like a true believer.]

[most_feared]

A lot more haven't let me down.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Charlie eyes him.]

You don't expect us to do math now, right?

[most_feared]

Not really.

I've never bothered to count my friends. Just that there's a lot more than a couple.

[Friends is a weird word. He's never had to use it this much. It's getting a little awkward. It might start losing its meaning. He's gotta come up with a synonym or somethin' that's buddy-like. Does "people" work?]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Not what we woulda thought.

[Scrad admits.]

[most_feared]

I noticed you need another head to do most of the thinkin' for you.

[Private]

What is it Drake has told you?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[...Touche.]

[Private]

He's told us a lot of things.

[Scrad says. Charlie adds:]

You're gonna hafta be more specific.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Specifically about Laura. Or about Coordinator Narvin.

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Ohhhhhh, you mean the part about how you and him are sitting in a tree? K-i-...uh...

[Charlie says. Scrad rolls his eyes and doesn't offer to help with the spelling.]

[Private]

[most_feared]

[All of the lineface.]

Things didn't work out. [He's got to stick by that story for Narvin's sake. Even though it actually bothers him that he has to.]

And Laura?

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Uh-huh.

[Says Scrad, who does not believe you. Charlie smirks. On Laura, Scrad shrugs.]

I dunno. I still think she deserved a heads up re: exploding.

[Private]

[most_feared]

You find out a few things about people, it can change your mind. [It's Narvin. He suspects that's as good an explanation as any.]

Nobody knew about Laura. Not even me. I wiped my own memory and Sarleena killed the person that was going to be responsible for her.

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Uh-huh.

[Says Scrad. Charlie raises an eyebrow.]

So in other words that was maybe not a great idea?

[Private]

[most_feared]

[Oh, anger management issues starting to well up.] It kept her safe. It did what it was supposed to.

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Barely.

[Says Charlie.]

If we hadn't found that guy, and he snuffed it some other way, Earth would be toast right now.

[Private]

[most_feared]

If that guy that you're referring to was the one watching her? He was also one of those friends I mentioned.

I'm going to talk to your warden. [To keep from paying him a visit and strangling him with his other neck.]

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

For what?

[Scrad asks, incredulously, as, as far as they're aware, they legitimately haven't done anything. Lately.]

[Private]

[most_feared]

I'm not turning you in, I'm going to talk to him. I can still talk to people. I do do that.

[Kay is getting his snip on, but at least he's taking it elsewhere.]

Re: [Private]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Then why are you telling us?

[Charlie asks.

Kay. You still freak them out.]