starry-are-the-heavens:

Star quickly swiped at his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t be covered in tears when Ivan found him before answering.

>In one of your sitting chairs.

>Alright. I’ll be over shortly.

True to his word, Ivan shows up a few minutes later, giving Star a small smile in an attempt to not look too disheartened.

You, ah… are you doing alright…?

starry-are-the-heavens:

>Just one you won’t miss too much or mind me sleeping in.

>Alright, I’ll, ah… pick one out for you.

>Where are you at the moment?

starry-are-the-heavens:

Shit. Star had braced himself for more resistance than this. Some paper-thin plan to keep him running right and keep him home. He felt his bottom lip trembling and knew he was already tearing up.

>Can I have one of your sweaters to take with me?

>Of course, Star.

Ouch, right in the core. It was so tempting to come up with excuses for Star to stay.

>…Any in particular, or…?

starry-are-the-heavens:

>I know you’re not very happy with this. We’ll probably see alot less of eachother this way, but-

>I’m falling into disrepair. As fond as I am of you, you can’t fix me, and I’m not crawling back to Flash. Who even knows where Dad is, and ontop of not giving a shit about me, I wouldn’t trust Flash if he said he’d work on me in the first place.

>I don’t trust Doctor Cossack, but I trust Ring man. He doesn’t lie to me or trick me or throw me under the bus.

>It’s alright, Star, I understand.

Didn’t mean he liked it, but trying to convince Star to stay would just be selfish. Ivan rubs his face a little wearily, finding himself glad they weren’t talking out loud to each other.

>Your well-being is important, and it’s important you do what you think will be best for you. We can still keep in touch.

starry-are-the-heavens:

>Do? The doing is a little straightforward. I can ask Ring to get a lock on me and teleport me out like his Dad did for his brothers. If that doesn’t work out, I could chance a walk through the fortress to the teleporters or gut storage for teleporter parts and build my own.

>I wanted to talk about why I have to go.

>Ah, right, I see… 

Man, he hoped he wasn’t coming off as too unhappy. Granted, he was, but this wasn’t really his decision to make.

>Well, say whatever you need to, Star. 

starry-are-the-heavens:

>Yes, it is. I wanted to wait until after the yearly party to bring it up so I wouldn’t ruin your mood.

Then again, he’d ruined the mood even without that a few times and came back to Ivan a giddy drunk.

>Well… alright. What exactly were you wanting to do about it?

starry-are-the-heavens:

>The neatly packed suitcase that’s been sitting around.

>We never really talked at length about me leaving, and I want to.

>…Ah. Right. That.

Ivan’s expression falls a little before he can help himself. Selfish as it was, he’d kind of been hoping Star had forgotten about the whole “leaving” thing.

>I take it that’s still your plan, then…?

>Ivan can we talk for a bit?

>Er… of course. What about?

copycrusher-058:

[[There was just dead silence on the other end of the line, but high in the sky there was something materializing, something big, bright and green that definitely wasn’t the sun or the moon. And it was slowly getting bigger.]]

…HEYYY, YOU, UH

YOU KNOW MY BRO’S BUSH IS FURTHER DOWN THAT WAY, RIGHT

copycrusher-058:

WHAT DID YOU DO.

YOU BETTER FIX IT BEFORE I GET BACK OR I’M GOING TO RAZE THE ENTIRE FOREST.

I TOLD YOU, MY BRO DID IT!! 

I TRIED TO WARN HIM, MAN, I REALLY DID

TOLD HIM “HEY BRO, MAYBE SNEAKING INTO ASTRO’S ROOM AND DRAWING DICKS ON EVERYTHING ISN’T SUCH A GREAT IDEA”, BUT DID HE LISTEN TO ME?? PFFFFF, LIKE HELL HE DID

SUCH A FUCKIN’ PROBLEM CHILD, MAN, I TELL YA

FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, I DIDN'T SNEAK INTO YOUR ROOM WHILE YOU WERE OUT

copycrusher-058:

What did you do.

If I don’t like your answer I’m going to personally tow your clunky butt into space and throw you into the sun.

…UHH

IVAN DID IT *promptly flees*

blackholesaturn:

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Oh, really? That’s very disappointing.

Don’t let me keep you.

OKAY, GONNA KEEP THIS QUICK *makes a sound like he’s clearing his throat* 

DOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSS

OKAY, THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GETTING, I GOTTA GO MAKE THE MOST OF AN OPPORTUNITY WHILE IT’S STILL THERE

HAVE FUN TALKING ABOUT BORING NERD SHIT!!

blackholesaturn:

Are you certain? Because it seems like you have something more to say.

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EHH

I GUESS I HAVE TIME TO SLIP IN A “DORK” OR TWO??

NO MORE THAN THAT THOUGH, I’VE GOT THINGS I NEED TO BE ATTENDING TO

blackholesaturn:

…Why, hello, Percy. I’m glad you could join us.

Do you have anything else to contribute?

NAH, THAT’S MY LOT

yettheearthdoesmove:

For a robot of your intelligence level, I am certain it is.

YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE YOU’RE ALWAYS BUSY WORKING AND CAN’T GET LAID