He hums, “Good.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead and taking a sip of water. “People like that don’t deserve life.” He says dryly. He looks at her. “I’ve gotta friend who was hurt like that. Her names Chris. This jerk called Leviathan hurt her so she had tons of miscarriages…shes ok now of course and she has three wonderful kids. But still…” he sighs. “I’m sorry about your kids…I couldn’t imagine how terrible that would feel. I hope you can feel better here…you’re welcome to live here if you want.”
Amelia blinks for a moment, brain brewing.
"I'm not sure I can have kids anymore. I think they messed something inside me up the last time they. . . they. . ." she starts, before trailing off and staring blankly at the floor.
At Kathy's next wods, she seems to come back to life a little.
"I don't know what I want to do. I've been alone for a really long time. . ." she murmurs.
He smiles warmly, “You’re always welcome here. I want you to know you’re safe here. And nothing will harm you. I’ll make sure of it. I am just the bonkers trans man with an axe after all.” He chuckles softly.
Amelia takes a long time to process this. At this point, her body was back to static.
"'Trans. . .'" she repeats quietly.
"Safe, despite the strange laws you must obey for the strange people who are nearly as dangerous as I am by existing?" she asks, with just a touch of dryness to show she was making a joke.
He chuckles, “eh…its pretty easy to follow the laws you must obey…and when you’re family, most house laws you must obey don’t apply to you. And yes, I’m trans. I think I did a pretty good job choppin’ those annoying things off my chest if I do say so myself. Did it with this baby.” He holds up is axe.
"It was more of a joke than anything." Amelia smiles quietly.
"It was more of a question. I don't understand what you mean." she explains.
He shrugs, smiling. “Eh i just say what’s going on in my head. Weather it makes sense or not- i guess what im sayin is, you’ve either got a psycho for a new friend, or a random wonky-donky guy for a friend. Either or, I’m still gonna consider us friends now.” He chuckles softly, clearly just picking at her at this point.
(If you don’t know- ‘picking at’ is just a term used for playing/messing with someone-)
(Lol I know what picking at means)
Amelia nods slightly.
"I'm still unsure what 'trans' means but I know what you mean otherwise." she sighs.
He raises an eyebrow. “Ah. I mean transgender. I was born the right gender.” He messes with the wooden part of his axe. “I’m sure you know what that means-“
All Kathy gets in response is a blank stare.
". . . No, I don't know what that means." she eventually says.
He hums, “Damn. You must have been living under a rock.” He shrugs, “Well. I was born female. But I felt like I was the opposite gender, so I gave myself gender affirming surgery. Or ‘top surgery’. And thats how I’m now flat chested. I wasn’t born a boy and I felt like a boy. So, now I am a boy.” He smirks, “my voice comes from orbit parties of not talking, vocal cord damage, and testosterone.”
"No. Just in a laboratory, where they never bothered to teach me anything but the meaning of pain and wods." Amelia sighs.
"Huh. Cool" she nods. "I understand now."
She takes another moment to think.
"I feel like I can help further, though I'm not sure how. . . I could, possibly, alter you so you don't require medications or whatever you use to stay like this. It might be painful - I've never tried to use my abilities on purpose. But if I'm going to be living here, I need to be as convenient and helpful as possible." she says suddenly.
He smiles, “Eh I don’t feel pain. I’ve gotta condition that makes my nervous system unresponsive to pain signals.” He shrugs, “And I take testosterone shots.” He looks at her ‘face’. “I wasn’t kept in a lab, but i was kept ina house and forbidden to go to school- so- i get that feeling.” He smirks, “I killed that bitch after a long while of torment.”
"I can take away the need for the shots, I think. I just need to. . . calm down, since even at the thought of trying to control these things makes me feel scared." Amelia replies quietly.
She looks at Kathy sorrowfully, her staticky figure solidifying slowly into something resembling a young-ish girl, with pale, scarred and freckled skin, dark brown, straight hair and broken blue peepers. She didn't seem to realise she had color now.
"As you should have."
He tilts his head. “Hm…you’re pretty.” He smiles, leaning back and looking relaxed.
(Her: bumfuzzled glitch noises)
(No, what would be more accurate is her phasing through several of the realities that she sees at once while making flustered chonky honky noises lmao, which is exactly what she'll be doing)
Amelia flushes brilliant red, and she seems to just disappear for a moment after her body turns into a wonky-donky patchwork of numbers, letters and symbols. She reappears several times in various points around the human containment unit before ending up where she originally stood.
If one looked closely, they could almost see the steam coming off of her face.
"Uh- um- hmm- huhm–" she says, her wods not even close to wording properly.
Kathy chuckles softly, watching as if he’d seen this a mega-bunch times. “What? Can’t handle a complement? You look good with some color. Shows how you were as a person.”
Amelia looks away slightly.
Slowly, her color comes back; her face and ears are bright crimson still, but she's smiling just a little.
"Um- n- no- I can handle a compliment-" she stammers.
Kathy laughs, “Oh you remind me of my boyfriend. And Goi.” He smiles, then pats a seat close to him. “Get comfy.”
(Oh narrative pretzel XD I thought Kathy was single)
Amelia hesitantly sits down.
"Is that good or bodge?" she asks.
He smiles gently, this seemed like the first time he’s actually smiled without a psychotic look in his peepers. “Good. They’re amazing people.” He leans back, drinking from a water bottle.
(I mean- kathy IS polyamorous- but he has two cannon boyfriends-)
(Lmao narrative pretzel again)
Amelia smiles back, unknowingly, when Kathy smiles. It was just that sort of smile.
"Well, I'm honored." she chuckles.
He chuckles softly, “Hm. Oh really? Wow your standards are low as shit if you’re honored by a psycho callin’ you pretty.” He smirks, clearly joking.
"I suppose they are, but nobody has ever called me pretty." she laughs softly.
Kathy pauses, “Oh heck naw. Everyone’s an idiot if they haven’t called you pretty! Screw them!” He throws his hands up, now speaking in some very angry sounding Spanish. A few english wods popped in every now and then like, “Those assholes.” And, “I’ll mucduc anyone who even dares to…” It seemed like he was being a very protective older brother.
"I've always been in greyscale, I've never had more color to me than my dress." Amelia says softly, with slight amusement.
She listened to his rant silently.
"I've already done that last bit." she laughs, a real laugh.
He huffs, grumbling to himself. “Serves them right. Dickheads-“ He rolls his peepers.
Just then, Buba runs into the house. “Big brother! Wanna s’more? I gotta hurry though. Anti Goi’s making more!” He giggles, handing Kathy two s’mores.
Kathy laughs, taking them. “Oh thank you, kiddo. Now go run. Before the marshmallows burn.” He shoos Buba off, chuckling as the ankle-biter runs back outside. Kathy then offers one to Amelia. “Want one?”
