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I haven't gotten to fully test it on a bad curse, so undetermined, but I have taken my training seriously, and then we can boost it with touch and the emotions you usually invoke in me.

It also doesn't affect my being present mental state.

Why?

I think it's time we get rid of the WereMonkey. With everything going on, I think it's the right option.

Are you sure? He's been calm for the end of months as long as some of us are with him and he's been helping you get used to your Monkey Form, hasn't he?

He has. But the full moon is coming. And right now, I don't want to risk it. We can't afford it if I turn before the game and do something stupid or violent or whatever.

I think it's time. I can focus on the Monkey form from now on. Get that under control.

We can try it. Supposedly werewolves are harder curses to cure.

Though I don't think you'd be violent. Do you want to explain what you're overthinking?

The last time I wasn't...good and went WereMonkey, bad things happened. If I go now, I have no idea what will happen. I just don't know. And I think that's the scary part. I don't know what I'll do, Red Son.

I am sure this is safer. If anyone can do it, I know you can.

To be fair, you were depressed. I did provoke you into actually bad.

I'll give it a shot. If not, I'll need to speak to the Spring guild about what to do if someone can't do it on their own.

Thanks, Red Son. I appreciate it. A lot.

Of course.

Want me to come now?

Yes please. My room?

[A few minutes later, there is a knock on his door, Red Son holding one of his scanning devices.]

[MK opens the door. He has a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiles and steps aside. MK's room is actually clean. Like really clean. The nest has evidence of sleep but everything else is up off the floor and in its place.]

Hey you. [MK says and kisses Red Son's cheek once he's inside. Then he drinks more of his coffee.]

....

[Red Son sets down the equipment.]

[Grabs MK's shoulders.]

I love you, MK.

But what the fuck is going on?

[MK blinks and his smile falls. Oh wow. He stares at Red Son and swallows.]

I love you too. I'm getting my shit together.

[Going to just push him to sit down in his nest.]

I think I need you to break down what getting your shit together means in your head. Is this decaf? [Going to try and steal his cup to take a sip.]

[MK sits down and the cup is snatched. Uh oh. That...isn't decaf. That's coffee. With creamer. And some energy drink poured in for good measure.]

W-Well...cleaning my room. For one. Making sure this place, the castle, and Cole's place are all good. Not getting in the way. Not picking fights. Controlling my emotions. Stuff...like that?

[Coffee and cream is fine, if it's decaf-]

[That is not decaf and what IS that weird aftertaste?] What abdominal thing have you added to this?

...were you picking fights?

[It was a wonder he wasn't vibrating right now. Actually, why wasn't he shaking right now?]

Uh...energy drink?

[He's exhausted. It helps.] No. Not really. [He wasn't. Recently.]

Just making sure I don't accidentally step on anyone's toes. Keep things calm. We need calm right now.

And why aren't you vibrating through the ceiling? [Pointedly sets it off to the side.]

Proooobably because...I figured out if I drink it like only when I'm about to pass out, I don't shake? Cool, right? The insomnia is wearing off. Figured I'd drink that, we'd do this, then I'll take a nap.

So you're making decisions while exhausted and not having slept for days.

[He sighs.]

[Then is going to sit in his lap, arms resting on his shoulders.]

You sound like me before I had to go to a party with the only lead on an artifact that might move the immovable.

[MK nods. His arms wrap around Red Son's waist. He blinks. Oh right. The staff.]

Guess we're both kinda into all nighters when it's important. And we're stressed. [He presses his forehead against Red Son's.]

Yes.

And all those attempts to keep myself together were another kind of stress. [He lightly runs his fingers through his hair, gentle, soothing.] You're struggling.

[He enjoys the touch and chirps in appreciation.]

Yeah...I'll keep it together. I know I will. I have to.

MK. [Hands on his cheeks, forehead pressed to his.] Bulldozer.

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