RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

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Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.

He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.

It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.

But he didn't even like her.

And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.

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Mikaela looked up, brows furrowed. "...Yeah. Well, I mean, I do, anyway..."

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"...He totally doesn't trust me, and-- he shot us down once, you know? He took over our Gundams and would have taken us all out. And he has like no sense of humor about anything I do. And he's always yelling at me for saying too much..." An unspoken 'but' dangled at the end of her sentence, as she avoided looking at Mikaela.

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Mikaela listened quietly, not saying anything, just watching Nena through half-lidded eyes. "That's just the way he is," she said quietly, when she was done. "Y'know? He's...a jerk, and sometimes it seems like he doesn't care when he's all wrapped up in what he's doing, but that's...

"Tieria," she finished with a shrug, her lips pressed into a thin, unhappy line.

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"He would have killed us," she started again, but unenthusiastically; even she knew that he wasn't the same person he had been, that the past seven or eight months had made all the difference in the world.

Changing tracks, she narrowed her eyes and said, "If you ever tell anyone that I'm moping over cake because of Tieria, you'll be sorry! It's just because I want to go back too, got it?"

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Mikaela was quick to hold up both hand, palms out in a hopefully reassuring gesture. "I won't tell anybody," she said solemnly, "I promise. There's no one who can blame you for being pissed about wanting to go home and being left behind, right? That's all it was."

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"Right. Exactly." She nodded, then looked down at the cake again. "Ugh, I don't want any more of this, we've already eaten like half!"

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"You wanna put it back in the freezer?" Mikaela asked, looking down at it too (and trying her best not to think about what she'd have to do to work all those calories off. She didn't regret it in the slightest). "The ice cream might melt if we leave it out too long..."

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"Yeah." She put the cover back on and shoved it in the freezer, too impatient to move anything out of the way to make room first. Leaning against the door with a sigh, she looked back down the hallway. "Do you think Cross would let me off the hook for cleaning my room if we're being traumatized with grief here?"

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Mikaela couldn't help a chuckle, lips quirking in a wan smile. "I think he'd better," she said. "It'd be a dick move if he didn't."

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"Exactly!" she declared, back on the more comfortable ground of trying to be as spoiled as possible. "I trashed it because I was angry, I had good reason!"

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"You were emotionally distraught!" Mikaela added with a grin. "You can't be held responsible for your actions!"

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"Haro helped! He did like... an eighth of it!" She grinned as well, letting out a bit of a giggle in the way people do when they're completely burnt out on negative emotions and riding the wave of the slightly hysteric backlash.

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"Obviously, he should clean it up." Mikaela was in pretty much the same place--it wasn't really funny and didn't make any sense, but she was giggling too as she said, "'Cause he didn't wreck it enough, so he needs to make up for it my cleaning."

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"Hey, Haro!" Nena yelled, as she slid down the fridge to sit on the floor. "You've gotta clean up my room!" She dissolved into helpless giggles as a burst of electronic swears came down the hallway.

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The swears, definitely not expected when most of Mikaela's experience with Haros was with Lockon's adorable one, made her laugh, probably way harder than warranted. It was a good thing she was already in a chair, or she might have doubled over.

"Guess he doesn't like that idea too much, huh?" she asked between giggles.

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"He-- he doesn't like any-- anything too much! And he's gotten worse since he-- he watches Jerry Springer and MTV now--" she was nearly crying with laughter as Haro flew indignantly into the room; for some reason the entire situation was far more hilarious than it should have been.

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Okay, now Mikaela was in danger of falling out of her chair; the idea of a robot watching Springer and MTV was patently hilarious. She certainly couldn't imagine, like, Ratchet or Ironhide doing it; the image of Prime gravely watching hicks argue about paternity was enough to redouble her laughter.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Springer? R-really? At least they-- don't throw-- chairs anymore, right?"

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"They do sometimes!" she nearly shrieked. "For like a week he flew around the house going-- going-- You don't know me! You don't know me!" she imitated, "whenever anyone talked to him!"

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Mikaela drummed her hands against the table, absolutely overcome with hilarity. "Oh my god, I probably-- probably woulda punted him! Into a wall!" She made a 'whoosh' with one hand, pantomiming the hypothetical trajectory of said punt.

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"I did!" she said, before dissolving into helpless giggles. Haro hovered over the table, shouting Suck it! Suck it! as she managed to squeak out, "He's prac-- practically indestructible, so--"

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Clinging to the table to keep from pitching straight out of the chair, Mikaela couldn't seem to stop laughing. At Nena's last words, she picked up her fork, still sitting on the table, and pitched it straight at Haro. "Shut up, you!"

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It clattered off of him; he flapped his ears and bobbed in the air, somehow managing to get across the robot equivalent of sticking his tongue out. Nena was practically rolling on the floor; she couldn't even decide what was funny any more, but couldn't seem to stop laughing despite that.

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Mikaela got it, and stuck her tongue out right back, feeling terribly immature and not even caring. She flapped one hand at him, like she was trying to wave away a fly or something. "Git outta my face, beachball."

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Nena struggled to sit up and get her breath back, but collapsed into giggles again at Mikaela. "He totally looks like one! We could play catch if he wouldn't fly away!"

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"How does he fly anyway?" Mikaela asked, as soon as the laughter had subsided enough to get it out without giggling. She watched Haro hovering, still grinning. "Is it, like, magnets? We could take magnets out~"