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Jan. 21st, 2020 12:27 am[Lars had gone away for another two or three years in space. which felt like a long time, despite that he'd had fun. he missed his family, even if they kept in touch through exchanging videos through a tablet Steven brings for the expressed purpose of just that. it's better than letters, though Lars sometimes writes them too—he knows his mom likes sentimental items like that.
but it weighs on him, more and more; his parents aren't getting any younger, and he can't just stay in space with his found family forever when he had real family. but it was hard, too—Lars had finally accepted that he was a more intimate, introverted kind of person. he was sensitive. severed bonds really hurt, and he also knew that that was the lot of his new life.
not that he'd done anything with that. who could he talk to about that, after all? humans wouldn't understand—and neither would gems. it was the whole reason that Lars was an off color, after all; he existed somewhere between death and life, between human and alien, and he just didn't want to deal with any of that. it felt more productive, right? more positive. to do something like this. open a bakery. go to space.
never...put your negativity on other people.
but Lars decided he couldn't do it anymore; he felt too guilty, because he was just preserving his own fragile, unchecked feelings about the fact that he would have to watch his parents die. Sadie, too. it wasn't even something he had the gumption to talk to Steven about, just yet—and Steven was the most likely to understand this stuff more than anyone else he knew. a lot of it was just another toxic aspect of the way Lars expressed his feelings—this time turned inwards, rather than outwards.
the result is that while he's been on Earth for a couple of months, though Lars generally has a pretty positive disposition (around, you know, all of the edges of his typical snark), he's totally aimless. it's easy making money, and he does things here and there to do that for his parents—but he doesn't seem pulled by any kind of full time engagement, falling back into familiar feelings of listlessness. aimless. but this time not out of fear.
so here he is, back to doing absofuckinglutely nothing. which Lars know will change. because he has close to forever to oscillate through any dumb phase basically indefinitely. but it's lit. it's cool.
and to say he's been doing nothing is ungenerous, anyway. though Steven's been stepping down from his more major position at the gem school, he can't stray his involvement completely, and Lars has been popping in to watch out of curiosity. he helps occasionally, too—so long as he doesn't have to be actively committed, it's easy to pop in every now and again, and some gems find Lars's presence helpful in bridging their understanding of humans.
Lars was reborn thanks to a diamond, first of all. it's a little weird when people assume that means that Lars is Steven's slave, but...most of them get over that. all the same, Lars is a more understandable stepping stone to understanding humans. particularly human males, since gems don't even have masculine pronouns, much less the unflattering physiology and whatever else.
Lars...maybe... isn't spending enough time with other humans, though. Steven's noticed, but hasn't said anything. yet.]
but it weighs on him, more and more; his parents aren't getting any younger, and he can't just stay in space with his found family forever when he had real family. but it was hard, too—Lars had finally accepted that he was a more intimate, introverted kind of person. he was sensitive. severed bonds really hurt, and he also knew that that was the lot of his new life.
not that he'd done anything with that. who could he talk to about that, after all? humans wouldn't understand—and neither would gems. it was the whole reason that Lars was an off color, after all; he existed somewhere between death and life, between human and alien, and he just didn't want to deal with any of that. it felt more productive, right? more positive. to do something like this. open a bakery. go to space.
never...put your negativity on other people.
but Lars decided he couldn't do it anymore; he felt too guilty, because he was just preserving his own fragile, unchecked feelings about the fact that he would have to watch his parents die. Sadie, too. it wasn't even something he had the gumption to talk to Steven about, just yet—and Steven was the most likely to understand this stuff more than anyone else he knew. a lot of it was just another toxic aspect of the way Lars expressed his feelings—this time turned inwards, rather than outwards.
the result is that while he's been on Earth for a couple of months, though Lars generally has a pretty positive disposition (around, you know, all of the edges of his typical snark), he's totally aimless. it's easy making money, and he does things here and there to do that for his parents—but he doesn't seem pulled by any kind of full time engagement, falling back into familiar feelings of listlessness. aimless. but this time not out of fear.
so here he is, back to doing absofuckinglutely nothing. which Lars know will change. because he has close to forever to oscillate through any dumb phase basically indefinitely. but it's lit. it's cool.
and to say he's been doing nothing is ungenerous, anyway. though Steven's been stepping down from his more major position at the gem school, he can't stray his involvement completely, and Lars has been popping in to watch out of curiosity. he helps occasionally, too—so long as he doesn't have to be actively committed, it's easy to pop in every now and again, and some gems find Lars's presence helpful in bridging their understanding of humans.
Lars was reborn thanks to a diamond, first of all. it's a little weird when people assume that means that Lars is Steven's slave, but...most of them get over that. all the same, Lars is a more understandable stepping stone to understanding humans. particularly human males, since gems don't even have masculine pronouns, much less the unflattering physiology and whatever else.
Lars...maybe... isn't spending enough time with other humans, though. Steven's noticed, but hasn't said anything. yet.]
older and shittier
Sep. 3rd, 2000 09:13 pm[Sadie left Beach City for university about three years ago. Lars was alright for the first few months, but then increasingly realized that his shitty beach town had nothing to offer him—such was always his ornery opinion, but Sadie was a silver lining he grew too reliant on. So it was less that Lars was specifically codependent on Sadie and more that he'd always hated the town he grew up in. He needed to get out there and experience shit too! Sadie couldn't be the only one getting the opportunity to stretch her legs.
Didn't mean he didn't resent her for leaving, though, even if it was for personal betterment. They hadn't ever really reached any mutual closure of any kind, and he definitely did selfishly express that he felt left behind. As is predictable, they had sort of a falling out. And they kept loosely in touch after the tension faded, but that didn't do anything for the lonely anxiety eating up Lars from the inside out.
So he did what any small town kid fallen victim to crisis of identity would do and fled to Empire City, and had been living there for about four years. Sadie and Lars catch up once a month or two, usually when she was procrastinating on her studies. Lars meanwhile was partying with strangers all over the big city, rotating questionable friend circles, making weird personal discoveries about himself... It wasn't a wholly useless experience, but Lars was feeling himself burn out.
Being broke all the time was losing its appeal, and Lars realized recently that all his friends were sort of garbage human beings. He missed Steven, Sadie, Jenny, Buck, Sour Cream and...basically everyone in Beach City. He hadn't even visited. There was a weird anxiety about coming back, seeming like a different guy and... having everyone comment on it.
Finally, one night, when Lars had had a really bad night with his roommates after an equally bad shift at his even worse job, Lars just shoved all his shit into an oversized backpack and duffel bag respectively (his roommate's, which he decided he would be stealing). He also stole some other non essential items from his roommates, just to spite them, like some clothing items he was envious of and some stuff he could sell.
Aaand then he got on a bus, once he cashed what his employer didn't know would be his final paycheck. He felt smug and exhilarated, pleased to have a nice handful of cash to himself that wouldn't immediately be eaten up by rent, off scott free from the grip of the city. Cuttin' ties wasn't as difficult as people made it out to be.
As he rides in the Bolt Bus down to Beach City, Lars rudely has his knees in the personal space of the person next to him without even noticing—and he fails to pick up their passive aggressive behavior about their personal space, because he's on his phone and has his headphones in. It's about 5pm.
He decides to shoot Sadie a text. She isn't specifically why he wants to go back to Beach City—he wants to catch up with everyone in general. After all, he doesn't even know she's there right now.]
>Hey so jw
>When do you thinks the next time you'll be in Beach City?
Didn't mean he didn't resent her for leaving, though, even if it was for personal betterment. They hadn't ever really reached any mutual closure of any kind, and he definitely did selfishly express that he felt left behind. As is predictable, they had sort of a falling out. And they kept loosely in touch after the tension faded, but that didn't do anything for the lonely anxiety eating up Lars from the inside out.
So he did what any small town kid fallen victim to crisis of identity would do and fled to Empire City, and had been living there for about four years. Sadie and Lars catch up once a month or two, usually when she was procrastinating on her studies. Lars meanwhile was partying with strangers all over the big city, rotating questionable friend circles, making weird personal discoveries about himself... It wasn't a wholly useless experience, but Lars was feeling himself burn out.
Being broke all the time was losing its appeal, and Lars realized recently that all his friends were sort of garbage human beings. He missed Steven, Sadie, Jenny, Buck, Sour Cream and...basically everyone in Beach City. He hadn't even visited. There was a weird anxiety about coming back, seeming like a different guy and... having everyone comment on it.
Finally, one night, when Lars had had a really bad night with his roommates after an equally bad shift at his even worse job, Lars just shoved all his shit into an oversized backpack and duffel bag respectively (his roommate's, which he decided he would be stealing). He also stole some other non essential items from his roommates, just to spite them, like some clothing items he was envious of and some stuff he could sell.
Aaand then he got on a bus, once he cashed what his employer didn't know would be his final paycheck. He felt smug and exhilarated, pleased to have a nice handful of cash to himself that wouldn't immediately be eaten up by rent, off scott free from the grip of the city. Cuttin' ties wasn't as difficult as people made it out to be.
As he rides in the Bolt Bus down to Beach City, Lars rudely has his knees in the personal space of the person next to him without even noticing—and he fails to pick up their passive aggressive behavior about their personal space, because he's on his phone and has his headphones in. It's about 5pm.
He decides to shoot Sadie a text. She isn't specifically why he wants to go back to Beach City—he wants to catch up with everyone in general. After all, he doesn't even know she's there right now.]
>Hey so jw
>When do you thinks the next time you'll be in Beach City?