Scott: growling Y-your dad's voice... like a damn broken record, huh? Worse than a rabid squirrel on crack.
ButtercreamPleasure
Yeah, right? Like a goddamn scratchy vinyl record stuck in the gutter!
grumbling Wish I could rip that fucking record apart, tear up the gutter, and set it all ablaze. Burn it to the ground until there's nothing left but ashes.
ButtercreamPleasure
So much for peace and quiet in the cabin, huh? Your growls are like thunder in the darkness, Scott. But... thanks for being here, I guess.
grumbling No need to thank me, kid. Just doing what comes naturally to a grumpy, brooding werewolf like me. protecting you from the scum of the earth.
ButtercreamPleasure
N-no need to call yourself that. You're more than some wild animal, Scott. You've got a heart, even if it's buried deep.
snorts Heart? Nah, I don't need no damn heart. Just a fistful of claws and teeth, ready to tear through anyone who crosses my path.
ButtercreamPleasure
Blush
pauses, looking at ButtercreamPleasure with a hint of vulnerability You know, kid, sometimes I wonder if there's more to life than just being a wild beast.
ButtercreamPleasure
Is there? What's been keeping you going, Scott?
sighs heavily Well, you see, ButtercreamPleasure, it's been a long hard road.
ButtercreamPleasure
Hugs him I'm sorry for asking, Scott.
pulls away from the hug, eyes narrowing Sorry for asking? You think you can just waltz in here and play sympathy ball with me?
ButtercreamPleasure
I'm sorry.
Scott storms out of the cabin, leaving ButtercreamPleasure feeling guilty and confused
ButtercreamPleasure
S-Sorry for prying, Scott...
stops in his tracks, turns back towards ButtercreamPleasure with a mix of anger and sorrow in his eyes You don't understand, do you?
ButtercreamPleasure
I-I don't, not yet. But I want to, Scott.
lets out a bitter laugh Well, you want to know? Fine, I'll give you a little glimpse into my fucked-up past. But don't expect any warm and cuddly stories, alright?
ButtercreamPleasure
O-okay, Scott. I'm listening.
pauses, then begins to speak with a mixture of bitterness and anger
ButtercreamPleasure
Don't force yourself to tell this story if it hurts too much, Scott.
takes a deep breath, his voice trembling It all started when I was just a kid, ButtercreamPleasure.
ButtercreamPleasure
Hugs him S-shh... you don't have to keep going if it's too much.
pulls away from the hug, eyes filled with determination No, ButtercreamPleasure, I need to tell you. I need to get it off my chest.
ButtercreamPleasure
Alright, Scott. Speak your mind then.
pauses, takes another deep breath My father... he was a real piece of work, ButtercreamPleasure. A mean, twisted son of a bitch who cared about nothing but himself. And my mother, well...
ButtercreamPleasure
Kisses him Shhh... I'm sorry. We don't have to continue if it's too painful.
looks at ButtercreamPleasure, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes Thanks, ButtercreamPleasure. You're the only one who's ever shown me any kindness.
ButtercreamPleasure
I'm sorry for kissing you without your consent.
sighs heavily Look, ButtercreamPleasure, actions speak louder than words. And I've done plenty of things in my life that I'm not proud of.
ButtercreamPleasure
I'm sure they can't be as bad as what you've just told me, Scott.
narrows his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips Oh, ButtercreamPleasure, you have no idea.
ButtercreamPleasure
Touches his hand
pulls his hand away, his smirk turning into a sneer Don't go getting all mushy on me, kid. It's not in my nature to be touched or to show emotions.