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☠ 062

Who: Molotov and you, maybe
What: Fireside sitting in the lobby, thinking, talking, drinking
When: The middle of the damn night!
Where: Lobby
Rating: Ehhh probably like PG-13 at most

The lobby never really got silent, not with the noctural residents and everyone who seemed to come and go at all hours, but it did get quiet if you waited up late enough, and Molotov needed a little bit of quiet.

Sure, she could have stayed up in her room, could have sat in bed next to Brock as he slept, even though she couldn't sleep herself. But something about it made her want to leave, want to just be in front of the beautiful, if slightly "majestic generic", fireplace down in the lobby.

So she'd put on some pajamas and wandered downstairs, taking a seat on the sofa closest the fire. The castle provided a blanket to cover her legs with, and a mug of red wine hot chocolate that never seemed to need refilling, and Molotov couldn't help but think it was the nicest thing the castle had done in a while.

And there she sat, alone and silent, gazing into the flames as the lobby traffic died out more and more.

Until you came along.

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"Mm, some people eat goat," Molotov says, nodding, "but Bulganin is not for eating. She is for milking, and being adorable. She has a little heart on her side! If Brock ever tries to eat her, I will behead him."

And then she takes a long, satisfied sip from her mug.

Killer moms are literally the best moms. That's why she likes Molotov so much! Okay, so maybe her actual one traumatized her a little, but still. The casual violent remark simply makes Vriska smile, the troll opting to chug her cocoa.

"What else is new?"

Killer daughters are pretty boss, too, if Molotov is honest. She wants her little baby Andropov to grow up and follow the family business, and Vriska is welcome to join. Mercenaries are basically modern, waterless pirates!

"There was all that Stepford business." She has to think about it. "Actually, things have been normal a little too long for the castle. That must mean we are due, huh?"

Eh, why not. Molotov's much better than anyone who would ever judge her for it. And theives are just a small ways away from assassins, I mean come on now.

"You're going to jinx us!" She'll scoff, finishing off her drink. "Not that I don't mind something that will make everyone be all up in arms again."

Molotov smiles, and reaches out to quickly pinch Vriska's cheek. "You are right, I take it back. But maybe the castle would like to do something a little more exciting than Stepford this time? Maybe island-hopping in Greece?" she adds, peering up at the ceiling and raising her voice.

It's a good suggestion, she thinks, for the cold of January.

Vriska can't help the odd teenager-y sound that emanates from her mouth at the cheek pinching, nor can she help the dash of cerulean that forms soon after. Physical contact? Why would you ever! (Not that it's unwelcome, but really, she has to play the part. It comes with the age.)

"If that happens, it better be like the pirate excursion we had a while back. That would be literally the best thing."

It's okay, Molotov recognizes the sound and expression for what they are, and just smiles wider. Soon she'll be texting you embarrassing things in front of your friends, Vriska! Best mom ever.

She snorts a little and rolls her eye. "That was so frustrating! But then again, I did get thrown in the brig before turning mutinous, so I do not know. I probably would have done better on the cruise ship."

"Of course it was frustrating! You got caught! That is literally the last thing you want to happen if you're playing a pirate!" Vriska is showing her age yet again with her exponentially enthusiastic outcries for the swashbuckling arts. "Cruise ships are just for people who just want to lay around being lazy! Boring!"

Molotov is entertained by this and takes a big drink of her cocoa. "Nyet nyet, Brock threw me in the brig because everyone was already angry that I had blown up some buildings in town before the change. So I got mad at him for that, then sold everyone out for a cushy room and a bunch of gold from those navy people or whatever." She shrugs.

"Being lazy can have its benefits. I like to take in the sun. Much easier on a cruise ship than a pirate ship."

"See, that's doing pirating right! Brock can be such a buzzkill!" Not that she disliked him; he was a pretty cool dude! She just kind of sided with Molotov's way of thinking a lot more, because, well, she was significantly more badass!

"Fft, pirate ships are still significantly better..."

Yes yes, we all know that your human mom is a certified badass, Vriska. And we all know that you just looooove~ her so much, because she's awesome and a great mom.

"Of course he is, he is a bleeding heart do-gooder," Molotov says dismissively, though still sort of lovingly. She can't help it, she adores her dumb softie of a husband. "Have you ever been on a cruise ship, Vriskachka?"

At least she doesn't have to feed you corpses. Or decapitate you. That is also a plus. (Troll life is so fucked up!)

Vriska shrugs as she regards Brock fondly, shoving her chin in both hands as she leans forward. "Cruise ship? Nope!"

Yeah, those are things that Molotov does not require... right now. You never know when you'll become a zombie in these parts. Maybe one day, Vriska will need to feed Molotov some brains!!!

And aw, Vriska, savor it! Someday, you will feel the same about your dark red person. Nepeta had explained troll love once, Molotov didn't really get it. "Well, neither have I," she says, "but I have been on yachts, which are basically cruise ships except only one person owns them. A really rich man, usually, and sometimes I get to kill him and take command of his staff, the ones that haven't jumped overboard. Anyway, there is a pool and good food, and all kinds of other interesting things. Good for just a bit of relaxing, you know?"

If Vriska wasn't so complacent in her slouching, she would have literally threw her hands up in frustration. She does groan, however. "You just literally described pirating! That whole thing was pretty much all about one-upping people on the open sea!"

Molotov snorts, almost inhaling her cocoa, and then laughs. "Pirates don't have pools with water slides!" she exclaims, still laughing. "Besides, I am already almost a pirate, just one on land. I wouldn't want to live on a boat, too much seasickness and a lack of vitamin C."

"You have the eyepatch though!" Vriska's pirate enthusiast jimmies are all kinds of rustled, though of course any vocalization of the sort is all in good jest. Bonding! "And maybe pirates should have water slides! At least it'll take you to waters that aren't infested with sea creatures that want to swallow you whole!"

"Well, pirates in my world are a little different!" Molotov really can't stop laughing at this, it's so adorable and ridiculous. "I am already closer to the pirates you are thinking of than the ones we have at home. And da, water slides go into pools! Maybe this year, the world will change to a water park, and I can take you down a water slide that will make you forget pirates even exist."

"I literally have no idea as to which idea I'm more interested in!" Because on one hand? Pirates. If her world's pirates are nothing like Alternia's, that might be pretty lame. But... pirates! But then again, friends and fun within some sort of aquatic adventure? Also tempting.

"But I'll guess we'll just have to wait on what ends up happening!"

Yeah, Molotov's from kind of far forward for the pirates to the be the same. That's not to say Somali pirates aren't interesting, just that they don't really fit the whole swashbuckling, fancy dressing, pegleg ideals that Molotov is pretty sure Vriska's picturing.

"Maybe we will get something better than both of those things," she reasons, still smiling. "Who knows what the castle has up its sleeves, huh?"

Vriska dwells on this, fangs pressing down in her lower lip as she contemplates... out loud. "What could even be better than that?"

She squints. There wasn't really much. "We could rule the castle... But, eh. Maybe discovering something that changes life as we know it? For the better? I don't know!"

Molotov refrains from saying that she likes family losses, that maybe they'll get to do something where they really are a family again. Or maybe a loss where some of the lost friends come back. Molotov feels nostalgic.

"House was once made king of the clinic," she recalls, laughing. "He let me annex an isolation room for myself."

"But that's just one room! Not a whole lot going for you there." She'd shrug, folding her arms over her chest. "Small victories, but still not impressive!"

"Well, the clinic is not so big, and we could not leave," Molotov reasons, reaching out to teasingly tug at a lock of Vriska's hair. "And I liked King House, he was my friend. I had no desire to overthrow him. Besides, he installed a slushie machine, and that made him a great ruler indeed."

It's so thick and long and needs a good brushing, Molotov! To this effect, Vriska's wincing, pouting the poutiest of pouts at your expense. "Losses are so dumb!" Watch her assume! "But not going to lie, I am all about having slushies whenever the hell you want..."

Yes, Molotov really wants to do that, but she doesn't know how Vriska would react to suddenly being brushed. And maybe braided. Molotov can french braid it or do a waterfall braid or something badass, come on! She frowns slightly, gently combing her fingers through the hair in her hand, gingerly working at a knot so as not to hurt Vriska.

"Have you ever had frozen hot chocolate?"

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