MHA #4; Wednesday [04/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

There were no jello shots at Caritas tonight.

In fact, there was no Summer at Caritas tonight, either.

What would even be the point? The island was going crazy, and everyone should probably stay at home! Sure, Caritas was a safe space, and that was good if anyone needed it, and it was literally right across the street so it wouldn't take long to get there, but, knowing her luck? Ha! She'd probably be dead before she barely stepped out the door!

Not that she figured she was much safer in her own apartment, because she did not at all trust those looks Pancakes was giving her, and this wouldn't even be the first time a pet had threatened her! At least Pancakes didn't have a mech suit, though!

....YET.

Besides, she was thoroughly convinced that anyone who actually did go to Caritas would have a much better time without her there. Because that's just how it was. Things were always better without her. Just look at her parents' lives if she hadn't been born, and the Resistance was probably thriving now that she was out of the picture. Why do you think Grampa Rick only ever wanted to take Morty on adventures and never her? Because she sucked. And things always sucked more when she was involved. Tino didn't need her there. Tino probably didn't even want her there.

No one did.

And it definitely didn't help that Summer just could not stop doomscrolling through all the happy, perfect posts from people on all her socials, almost as if something that knew it would only exacerbate these feelings was compelling her to keep doing so.

[[ very much open! with potential bouts of SP because work has been stupid stressful lately, ugh ]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden slumped back.

"Because I just fuck things up. She sent me here because she wants me to be more independent, because when I'm not, that's what I do. Fuck things up."

She didn't look at Summer, just reached for the bottle to refill both their glasses.

[somethingwithturquoise]

But Summee had barely even touched hers! She'd take the top-off, though, and the reminder to drink more, because otherwise Seivarden might get suspicious that she was suspicious.

"To fuck-ups, then," she offered, lifting her cup, and definitely making good on thay 'drinking more' decision. "What can you do? Some of us are just destined to make everything we touch worse than it was before."

...that was helpful, right?

[1000yearstoolate]

"To fuck-ups."

She snorted. "You're right. Not much to do, is there?"

After some more arrack, she added: "So, what did you fuck up recently?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer looked at Seivarden.

She looked at the bottle.

She looked back.

"You didn't bring nearly enough arrack for that, Seivarden."

[1000yearstoolate]

"What? Why?"

Seivarden said.

"I haven't seen you fuck up a lot of things so I would like to know."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer gave Seivarden a look like she couldn't believe her society could grow whole ass limbs for people, and yet somehow she could manage to be that blind.

"So should I work back from whatever it was I did to piss off Pancakes today," which would be interesting, because, seriously, she had noooooo idea what it was and she haaaaated it, "or start at the beginning with even being born?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Pancakes is a cat," Seivarden pointed out. "It doesn't take a lot to piss off a cat."

"You have friends. You have a boyfriend who loves you. People show up at Caritas and try even your terrible jello shots just to hang out with you. You actually manage to do useful things."

Well, Seivarden did have a few friends. She hoped Summer counted herself among them. The rest of that though...