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((Some blood mention.)) Jesse cradled his eye, swearing under his breath about how much this would fuck up his fur and how he'd have to deal with that somehow. And probably the headache he'd get from putting so much into the read would be unprecedented. Why had he done this? This poor son of a...

((Momentary blood mention at the end.)) Jesse let go of Dave’s mind with a strained yelp and a good deal of colourful swearing. His jaw ached from gritting his teeth and his cheek fur was fucking damp and he just missed Brisa oh god he fucking missed them both, that’s all, that’s all, that’s...

Bet everyone loves you back home. Sure they did. Drinks are always on the house for Jesse! Key to the city for Jesse! You’re a goddamn hero, Delphox Stranger! But he could see what they really thought of him. He could see what they really thought of his family. Right. Fuck this fuckin’ guy...

Jesse’s eyes narrowed. Okay. He was gonna go there, huh? Okay. “You’re one of those fuckin’ types who thinks that you’re so rational, so moral, so right in the head, that everything you think has gotta be true. That you know better than everyone else. And you keep believin’ it no matter how...

“Yeah, well, I didn't have to be sure about Brisa. I knew. It wasn't the one time, y'fuckin' idiot. That was just... the worst one. And let me fuckin' drill this in for you: whatever benefit of the doubt I could give her, fuckin' nobody else would. I showed you what happens to roughlanders who...

((OOC: this post contains some blood and gore. Click the spoiler for a censored version.)) Full telepathy with a dark type required meditation, but this motherfucker's humanity, consent to the link, and receptive intent were enough to let in stream of remembered emotion. Jesse's eyes blazed...

Yeah. That fucking tracked. This asshole wasn't lying, he could tell that much. Oh, Brisa... listen kid, I know I got it wrong– Jesse clutched at his cheek fur and yanked until the pain brought the world back into focus. If he were talking to anyone else he could just pour his agonised...

"You wanna talk evidence, you fuckin' hypocrite? You wanna know? Well–" Jesse cut himself off with a vulpine snarl. Why did he care this fucking much what this asshole thought. Why was he about to spill his own guts just to make a point. "Never fuckin' mind. You barely know my daughter. You...

"Fascinatin'!" breathed Luz. "Is it a phenomemon totally unique to the pair of ya? Y'ever find Radiance anywhere besides you 'n' yours?"

Jesse's claws raked the back of his chair and he bit down so hard it sent a pang of pain through his jaw. The nerve of this fucking guy. "Really. 'Never would've killed anyone.' Huh. You're sure? You're damn fuckin' sure? You aren't fuckin' psychic. She could absolutely fuckin' kill someone. I...

"Oh, I see, that's alright, then," oozed Jesse, so nauseated by the anger in his gut that his grip left claw-marks on his desk, "I'm glad to hear that you let your daughter kill and die fer a good reason. So which is it? Did your kid actually wanna eat ya, or was she only a killer when it was in...

"I did have a bunch of murderous assholes targeting her, you ignorant piece of shit! I had a daughter who refused not to use lethal attacks on people, and a town full of scumbags who'd love to see her dead whether she killed anyone or not! I fuckin' doubt you'd have done a better job than me...

Jesse turned away and let a white-hot flash of anger run through him and somehow managed not to burn this motherfucker to a crisp. "Can you fuckin' hear yourself? You think you have the fuckin' moral high ground over me 'cause you never got scared, never thought somethin' stupid, but you... You...

Jesse snarled with enough venom to put Sierra to shame. He didn't need a fucking type advantage. He'd pick this mongrel up by the goddamn scruff and wring him out until he saw stars. The nerve of this taint-sucking prick. "You think you know what fuckin' happened? What's been goin' through my...

Jesse blinked. Had he... heard that right? He reached to confirm from Dave's surface thoughts and his probe slid off the dog's mind. Fuck. Fucking dark type. "You... your daughter killed folks?" His jaw clenched up so tight he could barely get his words out amidst a full-throated growl. "Your...

What the actual fuck was this clown talking about? Jesse was about to lay into him to say no, you dense motherfucker, that's obviously not what he'd fucking meant, but then— Brisa had remembered the whole time? And taken it to heart? What the fuck. How? By the time Dave was done speaking, he'd...

Jesse's mind was starting to bleed, which would be obvious to anyone who wasn't a goddamn dark type. If this self righteous little shit could only hear Jesse's thoughts he'd know how wrong he was, and be ashamed of himself. But he couldn't. So he didn't. What was the point in talking to this...

"Eight?" muttered Jesse, wheels clearly turning in his head. Then he heard the rest of what Dave was saying and narrowed his eyes at the poochyena. Brisa knew that expression. She knew what came next. She backed out of her father's office, and went to shelter from the imminent diatribe...

Brisa's blood froze in her veins. Judging by his face, Jesse's was boiling. "What do you think you fuckin' know, huh?" hissed Jesse. "You think—" He cut off, his eyes snapping to Brisa's. There was a cauldron of emotion there; she saw anger, confusion, fear. Pretty much the same things she was...

Jesse looked at Dave like he was an idiot child. The tension between the two of them began to bubble. Brisa could feel it in her skull. Anger. Suspicion. Jealousy? Jesse leered at Dave, and spoke with an excess helping of derision. "Oh, y'think I'm gonna be tight-lipped about my whereabouts to...