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[atowncalledtreffy]

[So Trevor's not wholly certain when Lark said 'nightly check in' if that meant in person or not. Better safe than sorry; he comes back the first night bearing his first attempt at making dinner all on his own.

It's potatoes and roast chicken and it smells fucking heavenly to him, so fuck everyone who said it was overcooked and dry. This is how everyone gets sick from undercooked meat.

He's bleeding again because he decided to vault over the dinner line in hot pursuit of Daniel and got punched by Sweeney for his efforts but that's mostly been stymied.]

Lark. Food.

Here, boy.

[ukan]

[He had been sure he wasn't hungry, but then he smells that chicken and he hears Trevor's footsteps and he goes out into the hall to greet him. Right now, for Alec, he can't let anyone into the cabin anyway.

He manages to flip him off. A quick, curious look.]

What did you do to your chest now?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He grins at being flipped off, because at least that means Lark is feeling a bit better]

I…got into a friendly argument about the finer points of punching Daniel in the face.

[He explains, and fishes around in his pocket once he hands over the tray of chicken]

Got you a present.

[Trevor retrieves Daniel’s shoes from his pocket and holds them out. His knuckles are bleeding and bruised: he got his punch and it looks vicious]

[ukan]

[There are a lot of reasons Lark likes Trevor, but right now this is the top of the list: this might well end up being a week he can't fully recover from, and Trevor has still managed to make him chuckle.

He takes the shoes in his free hand and shakes his head.]

I'll cherish them. [He's only half-joking.]

They come with a story? How'd you get his shoes off him?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He’s tired and he can’t help but notice that Lark isn’t inviting him in like last time. Shit: he wonders if his spouse died of his injuries. Trevor doesn’t pry and leans against the wall instead.]

He threw them at me after I terrified the piss out of him. Chased him out of the dining room, out of the shower, into a spare cabin, and I punched him in the face and stole his shoes.

I think I broke his cheekbone. Definitely the nose but hopefully the cheekbone too.

[ukan]

Good. I know it wasn't for me, but good.

[Besides, the shoes are for him and they help more than Trevor probably realizes.]

As angry as I am, I don't actually want him to end up death tolling the rest of his time here. Scaring the hell out of him and breaking his face seems just right.

I know I wouldn't want you chasing me down.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor might understand the importance of shoe delivery, because there were a few reasons why he took them. First, the obvious dog connection, chewing on them might relieve some anger and stress.

But also because he knows the importance of Fuck You trophies: things you can take to humiliate your enemy and point to them as a physical reminder to people that you beat the snot out of the former owner. And the shoes themselves - now Daniel has to go around barefoot until he can make it to the wardrobe or his cabin. Trevor hopes he finds a few nails along that path]

Nah. Felt good to get that reaction again but I don’t go seeking it out on purpose.

Want to know something funny? The pissworm called me a coward.

[ukan]

[A sharp, bitter bark of a laugh]

And you didn't break the other side of his face? [Trevor is a good man, not the type to hit someone while they're down, so it's just rhetorical.]

Did you say anything to that?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives an awkward sort of shrug, grinning.]

I gave him the equivalent of “I know you are but what am I?”. I’m not great at words, I don’t know if he was listening. I did punch him hard enough to drive his nose bone into his face, that couldn’t have helped.

[ukan]

[A soft sound, somewhere between a chuckle and just a fond, wry sigh.]

You're an example to me. I mean that seriously. If I was an inmate, I would have done worse and that would have only made things worse.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor looks a little awkward at that, hunching his shoulders. He doesn’t know how to take compliments well]

Well, you know. It’s just. You think when you’re younger you can turn around evil little bastards with a punch or a few words. You want to make them feel regret or sadness for what they did. And you can’t, so you have to be satisfied in other ways.

Like stealing their shoes.

[ukan]

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