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[The sound starts before anything can be seen clearly in the video, the screen partially blocked by the fingers holding the device. There's yelling. Lots of it in fact, and very creative insults.]

Let me go you rust bucket! I’m gonna shove your pistons up your fuel port when I get free! Frigging rusting Imp clanker!

I told you, you smell.

[Kay’s voice is that of a parent who had this argument too many times to count before and has reached the point of giving fucks in negative digits. There's more yelling, some frantic noise and then the sound of water splashing followed by an angry shriek.

The screen shifts until Kay comes to view. He's covered head to toe in different colorful graffiti. Anarchist slogans, symbols, crude caricatures, complaints against the Republic and Empire, and bright stains are scattered all over his black frame.

He's in the bathroom of his shared house with Cassian, who had been turned a kid after eating one of these strange eggs. Next to him, inside the bathtub and still fully clothed, teenage Cassian is still yelling at him and even throwing the occasional shampoo bottle at his head. The droid pays him no mind.]

Does anybody know how to wash off spraypaint from durasteel?

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[ He plucks a piece of tuna from his pizza slice and feeds it to Fest, giggling when she licks his fingers. And then he goes right back to using these cat-licked fingers to hold his slice of pizza. ]

What are fairies? Are these more pets of yours? You really have way too many, you know, you have a serious problem.

[That's the most unsanitary thing he's seen Cassian do in a long time and it would show on Kay's face if he were capable of facial expressions. Fest, meanwhile, looks content and pleased, purring and rubbing her head under Cassian's chin. ]

No....well, ye we have a lot of pets but to be honest, most of them are yours. Fairies aren't pokemon, they're magic creatures, like spirits. We helped them int he past and now they fix our garden and leave us fish in the front door.

[That sounded better in his head.]

I'm not judging but I'm judging because you guys are weird.

[ Says the kid who once again feeds another piece of tuna to the cat - who relishes in licking sauce from his fingers - and then plucks an olive from the pizza with these fingers. ]

Tell me more about old me?

Jokes on you kid, you grow up to join the weird folks in this house.

[Ugh...as long as no one gets sick from that, Kay supposes is acceptable. Bt he's not kissing Cassian once he's back to normal until he takes a bath and brushes his teeth.]

You cook terribly, it's a tragedy, but you do try. You look very good in suits even if you never wear them, you're very fond of your leather jackets and your parkas. You also have great aim with a blaster rifle is very se---very impressive.

[ How dare you, Kay, his own lover betraying him so ruthlessly...

The boy Cassian, clueless as he is, just bops his head and hums in acknowledgment. ]

That's too bad about the cooking, guess we're stuck eating pizza all the time, huh? [ Not that he thinks that is a bad thing, necessarily. ] And chilaquiles. If they make chilaquiles here, I tried to buy them in Nova City and nobody knew what it is. [ He's still pouting a little bit about that, really. How rude! ]

But I'm really good with a blaster now already! I'm the best marksman in my cell!

[He's only joking ~~mostly~~, you know that! Deep down you do.]

Yes. Also sushi and noodles. Maybe here in Attleton someone will know how to make those. If not, you can give me a list of the ingredients and I'll get them. Then we can try to cook them.

[Hopefully without burning anything down.]

Hmm, okay, we could try that.

[ Even if he's a little disappointed that Kay didn't ask for a blaster demonstration instead. He's really good with one, for real! ]

Or we could cook something for your pokemon. Do they have a favorite food?

[Yeahhhhh....Kay doesn't need to see you shoot at things inside the house. Sorry mini Cass.]

Most love berried but in reality they would eat almost anything. I saw the Duosion eat a pillow once. He coughed it up 2 hours later.

Uh... let's not feed them pillows. Even I know that's a bad idea.

[ He gives the pokemon on the couch a thoughtful look. ]

Maybe we should just stick to the berries.

For the record, I didn't feed him the pillow, he ate it on his own. You will realize kid that the Duosion is, uhm, ...special.

[Let's go with that. One day they really need to help evolve the poor thing.]

Berries didn't need to be cooked. Unless you want to bake them a cake?

I... Well. Why not?

[ He gives the pokemon another look and the Pachirisu peers at him, obviously noticing the attention on her, and curls up a little tighter - and then she starts cleaning herself. Prime cute. Devastating cute. ]

Yes! I mean, yes, they deserve a cake. Berry cake can't be that hard to make.

[Kay knows about the power of the cuteness. That's how the joltik manage to get away with most of the problematic things it does. He's looking at Cassian fondly when he notices his reaction to the Pachirisu.]

I'll look if there's any recipe in your cooking books, you can finish eating first. But stop feeding the cat, she will get demanding later.

But... [ Fest mewls and you can all but see what little resolve there was melt from Cassian's face. ] Look at her. She likes my food better than hers.

[ And since he is a little ~~rebel~~ anarchist, he plucks another piece of tuna from the pizza and feeds it to Fest, who smugly devours it and rewards him by licking his fingers. And Cassian just looks at Kay - whatcha gonna do about that, huh?! ]

She likes everyone's food. [Kay's vocoder makes a sound akin to a huff.]She has already eaten and your food might make her sick.

[If Kay could narrow his optics, he would. He takes a step forward, looms over Cassian....and picks up Fest, ignoring the cats mewling in protest.]

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