interview with lucifer ― o, joining

[candorosa]

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Kauko was ten months old when his parents sat him down and very politely told him to get the hell out of their home. They told him that he 'needed to learn independence' and that he couldn't 'mooch off them forever'. Apparently, he was 'old enough to survive for himself' and with a quick farewell and a kiss to his head, his parents kicked him out of their house faster than he could ask 'huh?'. In a confused daze, he grabbed the candy stash he had hidden and then meandered out in search of another place to call home.

At first, he was pretty damn pissed. They could have done a multitude of things before kicking him out. They could have talked it through, they could have taught him some more life lessons, but apparently, his parents' first step was to 'remove our son from our vicinity so we could canoodle like the old farts that we are'. A day later, his anger faded into a simmering annoyance, and by the time he had finished his lollipop the day after, he found himself unable to care. Now was his time to do something to settle the constant restlessness he had been feeling. His folks were doing him a favor.

Around a week or two, Kauko had stumbled upon a swamp, and judging from the scents assaulting his nose, a group who lived in that swamp. It took a few seconds before an idea hit him. He could join these guys and hopefully, they'd provide ways to stave off his boredom. He'd also appreciate a place to live because it was a pain to constantly search for shelter on top of food and water. With his mind made up, Kauko turned on his heel and set off to find some items.

After locating a stick and a dirty piece of white cloth, the young Norwegian forest cat quickly scribbled what he thought was, 'Please let me join or I'll die ', but he didn't know how to read or write so it just looked like unreadable chicken scratch. The only thing that was slightly recognizable was the sad face he had stuck as an afterthought. After tying the cloth to the stick, he shuffled back to the border whereupon he stuck the stick into the dirt to act as a flag. However, due to the lack of breeze, the cloth looked crumpled. 'Damn,' he thought with a click of his tongue. He guessed he just had to wait for someone to stumble across him. He didn't want to go shouting into the spooky swamp and have who-knew-what after his ass. With a sigh, Kauko settled himself back into his haunches and began to wait.

...After five minutes, he decided he had waited enough. "Hi?" Kauko called out as he craned his neck. He moved the lollipop in his mouth around before speaking up once more, "I'm a damsel in distress, dying of heartbreak, please let me join," He asked with the same monotone expression. He'd give his name once someone showed to, hopefully, soothe his breaking heart.

♔ what's up with your true feelings?