it's not dirt cake


Authors
purgatorism
Published
4 years, 8 months ago
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She doesn’t what she expects when she hears a knock on the door, but it’s certainly not a short 10 year old-something covered in dirt at the front door.

“...Kencana?”

“Crispy!”

That’s certainly not a 10 year old.

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Author's Notes

For Tumblr writing prompt meme.

She doesn’t what she expects when she hears a knock on the door, but it’s certainly not a short 10 year old-something covered in dirt at the front door.

“...Kencana?”

“Crispy!”

That’s certainly not a 10 year old.

She frowns, mostly at the stupid nickname. “I thought you had work.”

“I’m taking a break for the weekend!” Zie answers easily, letting hirself in despite hir dirty feet and Crispy’s attempt to stop hir from coming in. She winces at the imprinted footsteps on the floor. “Thought I’d visit my little friend.”

“You’re literally smaller than me--and getting even smaller!” She protests, closing the door anyways. “Why are you covered in dirt?”

“Bitch baby rolled in dirt and broke to your house. Perfect cover in case your aunt asked.”

“You could’ve just stopped at ‘bitch baby broke to my house’.”

“Dirt is fun, what can I say? We only have dust and sand in limbo and shit.”

“Your loss.”

Kencana snorts.

She just sighs, frankly annoyed, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t happy the psychopomp from that one time she half-died did so much as to visit.

So she asks, as she sits on the couch: “Why are you here really? Plum said you rarely take vacations.”

“I do! It’s just a little tradition of mine,” zie says, fishing for something for under hir dirtied shirt. Zie produces a red velvet cake in hir hands with that same grin. “Congratulations for getting out of limbo and shit. Hope your life’s not as shit that you’re thinking of burning this place, too.”

She laughs. “You’re awful.”

Zie produces a knife this time, faking a pout. Zie looks heartbroken. “Aw, you don’t want the cake?”

“Please tell me it’s not made of dirt.”

“No! Certainly not,” zie exclaims, cutting a small piece off the cake. “Not for you. You did amazingly. For your neighbour, maybe.”

She takes the piece without asking, popping it whole in her mouth. That earns her another pout from hir. It’s kind of hard to remember that zie’s a powerful psychopomp probably capable of world domination when zie’s out of uniform. Well, a friend’s a friend. It’s her who has the mischievous grin on her face then.

“Better go get baking then.”