Bro, You hurt bro? Do you life bro? What happened BRO?

She watched him enter the house from her dazed eyes. He seemed, hurt, red. Why? What was he- Oh right, he was a Vigilante. He fought crime and did things saving people.

"Kas help." she said to herself, finishing her beer before leaving the bottle on the floor. She got up, the cloth around her feet unraveling and being left on the floor. He had gone into the bathroom to clean himself, as she would go into her room. She would reach just past the cracked open door to grab one of the several bottles she had lined up against the wall of her room . . . on the floor. She hadn't yer begun to stack things, and besides, she had her own little bone sculptures.

She grabbed two of them and stumbled back to her feet, making her way towards the bathroom. She would begin to pound on the wall beside the door, as if it was closed to her, and she was trying to call out to him.

"Kas have clean clean!" she would say, holding two bottles of hydrogen peroxide. She was one of the few people who probably used it for things other than cleaning wounds. After all, when you have little to no money, you buy the things that have many uses. This wasn't going to be used to clean her teeth, or her bones. For now, it would clean his wounds.

She expected him to take the bottles from her, but he seemed to want her to do it herself. Maybe he needed help. Yeah, trying to heal your own broken arms would be hard. Kasey would help. She would be the help he needed, but maybe not the one he deserved.

She knew it by heart how to do it correctly. To her, it was motor memory, even if she was drunk, instincts would fully take over. That was when Setsuna came into place. While he couldn't take her over, it was the state where his words were enough to nudge her into ant direction he wanted. For now, it was at least getting one of them fixed up.

"Kas Kas get job." she would say, pouring it over his wounds, allowing it to flow over, and not back into the cuts. "Kas Kas no find Mikukus, but Kas did find friend, and fren will give the Mikukus the messages from Kas." she spoke, thinking only of the picture. That girl was the Mikukus. But wasn't the girl she talked to the Mikukus?

No, that wasn't it. It was a school uniform, they must have all looked similar. She needed the Bigger Sister to help her find the girl, and learn all about her! Then she could be sure that the Mikukus she watched, was the right one!

"Kasi has had gud day. Why Gigi leaking?" she would ask, setting down the bottle, only to fetch some gauze, some that she had bought, but had left on the floor. Still, the concept of cabinets escaped her. She would open all of the packets and place them over his wounds, at least the major ones first, before trying to find the bandages.

"Gigi," she would ask him, "Where footwrap?"

Ah yes, the adult female mind on drugs. It was always an interesting thing.

How was she going to tell him how much she drank? Well, now she was gonna try to capture all of that.

She would reach up, and hold his hand on her forehead. "Kas like the pat pat. Kas make the party allll night. Kas ate a lot of bones then made more party." she would smile and close her eyes. "Kas made the big sips. Lickor store had to close because of Kas. Then Kas came homes." She would open her eyes and lessen her grip on his hand.

It was all the blur to her. She couldn't even comprehend her own life. Which events happened before each other? She texted her big sister then... Wait, a big sister?

She inhaled deeply, gasping hard. She would open her eyes wide, as if a pain struck her, but she had learned something new.

"KAS WAS TALKING TO HER BIG SISTER. KAS HAS A SISTER." She was not an only child. If she had an older sister, then she could find out her past. But did she want to know her past?

"I really... Really hate living in your bones. This is a literal prison, among hell." Setsuna would think to himself, trying to reason with the cards he was dealt. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to tell her how wrong her ideas were. At least, not until she was sober.

Head patpats were free? Well, if Kasey was good, then maybe he would give her more of them. She just had to make him feel happy and good and listen to what he said and she could get all the patpats!

"Yerr really cute, you knows that Gigi?" she said it. It was most deserving of more patpats, she was sure of it! The more patpats the more she would do. It was the perfect plan. But then he wanted Kasey to get sobered? She couldn'y enjoy her drinks anymore? She wasn't even allowed to drinks anymore without him? How BORING. Well, if she wanted to get more patpats, she needed to obey.

"Let's not use your arms this time. Let's use your teeth. We'll just drop them like last time. Painless and no blood." Setsuna tried to reason with her but it wasn't going to work out, even he knew that.

"I MAKE HORNY!" Kasey would scream inside of her mind, only so the spirit in her bones could hear. And by god... she was going to do it.

She would press her head against G's hand and open her mouth to a wide creepy grin, her eyes would be blank, staring into him as if she was not there. Her horns would begin to grow slightly, slowly. Blood would begin to collect around where it met her head. All the while her teeth would grow pointed, jagged, taller and longer. Each would grow to an inch and find itself broken from her, falling to the ground. It would continue until her horns were a foot long, and a few buckets of teeth would fill the bathroom floor. Her quirk would expel all of the excess calories from the alcohol, leaving only a few more toxins in her bloodstream. Her horns, would further try to remove it by letting her bleed out, even just a little.

"That's not... how any of this works. . . " Setsuna would say to himself, but if it would ease her, for just a moment, he could at least persuade her to get him some cereal again.

She would be dazed, a bit confused and lost as she would stare into G's face. Setsuna would attempt to make the same change her did to her years ago, poking her brain in just the right places. Pieces of her lost to time.

"Y'kno, Gigi, you're kinda cute." she would say again, this time tired, hungover. The both of them, would find themselves in a sea of teeth, and demonic horns rested on the girl's head.

Hunger. Thirst. Blurry.

She looked at him in her daze. She was feeling the equivalent of the worst hangover in her life, but she had been drunker. Much drunker. She stared at him, if not to try and figure why she was beside him, then why they were together at all. She would tuen her head, her hair moving over her shoulders as she did so.

"Ah, so we are home." she would think to herself. Still confused and perhaps her equivilent of hungover. She would lean forward, resting her face on G's chest, trying to avoid his injured arms. "My head hurts, I'm hunnngrrryyy Gigi."

But she would not realize her horns had grown, nor that she had created a massive excess on the floor. But when she did sober up the next morning, she was sure to clean it all up. But she wouldn't think that far ahead. She never thought that far ahead.

"Also the peoples never texted me bbaaaacccck. I think I got the muted." She would say. It was like her entire body was heavy in that moment. She didn't want to move. But she knew that she would have to get up and head to the kitchen to get her food. Or maybe, she could make G do it.

Family. What was not bound by blood, was bonded by bone.

It would pass to the next morning. She would remember her routine. She would wake up and head to the big boss. She would help him dress, and check on it. She would eat as she ate. Then when he was set to his next meeting, he would go on his way and drop Kasey off at the school. She had to find a student that was worth keeping, that was worth training. Then she would return home and rest for the afternoon and snack, of course, if she didn't have another job to work that day. After she would head back to the big house and help him talk to the shadow people.

She would swing her door open, slamming it into the wall. She wore slacks, a dress shirt and a vest to go with it. A suit without a coat, and a tie that was tied all wrong. "HE WANTS CEREAL FOR BREAKFAST. she would say it, almost proclaiming it. Her eyes still closed, as if she did not sleep at all.

"I am going to be late, so I must eat fast to get there!" she would say, making her way to the kitchen . . . walking rather slowly. She was trying to piece together what had happened. Everything was a blur.

"Why do you insist on being drunk all the time?"

"Did... did I eat someone last night?" she thought to herself. "I can't get over the taste of meat in my mouth."

"The... rib eating contest? Do you not remember getting drunk and buying out a whole store?"

"That sounds... expensive."

She just wanted to eat. Just enough to get her there. She needed the energy.