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"At two seconds, Kevin scored" SCREAMING ON MY PILLOW. Thats. My. Man.

(I've read this game before, still screaming on my pillow)

The way Neil Josten switched into Nathaniel in order to process and handle the abuse and trauma of being found by his father's people and the reality of his looming death will never not fuck me up, he literally said I can't handle this but maybe the Butcher's son could. And then. And then!! The way those two versions of himself coalesce into Neil Abram Josten (legally recognised) after Nathan is dead and the truth is out? The Neil Josten we see in The Sunshine Court has all of the attachments of Neil Josten, the slow unraveling of family and care but all of the hard edges of Nathaniel, unflinching from the reality of the world he lives in and the decisions he has to make to keep his life. Nathaniel would never have stuck around long enough to care about Jean Moreau and call a hit out on his abuser. Neil would never have trusted those resources available to him (or potentially the trail it could leave) in order to deal with the problem in one brutal but efficient move. But Neil Abram Josten reforged could, would and did.

This feels like the perfect place to bring a foldable chair, some blankets and a book

I literally could spend hours like this

Downstream

I guess the foxes are gonna have to start to bet on how long Neil will take to encomend someone's death again

Jeremy: it really was such a stroke of good luck that Neil was visiting when he was because it gave Jean a great alibi for Grayson’s death!! :)

Kevin:

The way he tried to say he was a Moreau ONCE again (when Cat said "I love you" to him) and then stopped himself and almost choked 💀

Neil has a talent for saying exactly what will make an impact on someone. He uses that for evil or for good, depending solely on who is the person he is talking to

“I am a moreau”

“so was elodie”

clocked him so hard he didn’t dare mention it again in a whole as new book. he tried, I see you struggling jean dw, but he never got through with it

neil josten the man that you freaking are.

Taking in consideration Kevin will probably be making more then 1 million dollars per month(according to Neil, a common exy player can make 3 million a year, I believe Kevin, as the best, can make at least 4 times this value, so 12 million a year and 1 million per month), I think living off of only 200.000 would not be that bad (even though donations from his boyfriend's boyfriend are well accepted)

Jeremy and Andrew having to use their professional exy salaries to financially support not just their boyfriends but also their boyfriend’s boyfriend Kevin after Ichirou takes his monthly check

Kevin's like a vampire. He can only infodump abt history if you invite him to first

Like, how did they think that the same Kevin that got white as a ghost when he saw Riko at Kathy's program would serve this amount of cunt to Riko???

My poor boy took almost two years to be brave enough to cover that pathetic face tattoo, he definitely wouldnt be running around recruiting runaway backliners just to provoke Riko

I think that this mostly serves as a way to show how egocentric Riko was, and how this mentality would also contaminate others around him. Riko knew Kevin was f-ing scared of him, and he clearly had a lot of fun on the Kathy's show and banquets making Kevin feel afraid. But he just couldnt accept Kevin was his own person and would do things bc he wanted/believed they were right. So if he recruited Nathaniel off course it was on porpuose only to taunt him, bc off course he is the center of the world and all Kevin's actions must be related to him

Actually hilarious to me that Riko & co. thought that Kevin went out and recruited Neil Josten aka Nathaniel Wesninski aka The Butcher's son ON PURPOSE

They really thought my guy went "you took my hand? Well I'm taking your runaway backliner who's been missing for the past eight years." And that he went and did it BY HIMSELF in FOUR MONTHS

I know Kevin is and has always been That Bitch™, but he could never dream to serve the amount of cunt Riko thought him capable of when he first got the lab results back from Kathy's show. No wonder they were so mad lol

neil allowing himself to be so easily moved by andrew when he fights tooth and nail against everybody else never fails to make me feel insane. like even people neil trusts / knows have good attentions he fights against, most notably wymack when he gets back from evermore. and then u have neil with andrew who he lets into his space so easily who can push him, pin him, grab him, and neil never flinches and never fights bcus the trust he has in him is so absolute.

i think its a really nice understated way to show the flipside of the whole "hey how'd you get andrew to do this thing?" "oh i just asked" dynamic because andrew is presented as this immovable wall that does what he wants and only what he wants to an unreasonable degree, and then throughout the series you see him "fold" for neil over and over again. so it's very easy to point at andrew and go "hey look at how special he treats neil" but by virtue of neil being the narrator you kinda forget that the opposite is happening as well.

happy birthday neil josten and his little fox paw doodles and his fraying-at-the-hems shirts and his scary ahh smile and his electric blue bambi eyes and his unsettling demeanour and his inability to half-ass anything except for school and his fearlessness and ruthlessness and his love for maths of ALL fucking things and his zombie cowboy halloween costume and his bad temper and his smart mouth that only knows how to talk mad shit, lie, and kiss andrew and his pretty face and his four minute mile and his favourite colour being grey and his five-something languages that he speaks and his fierce devotion to exy and the foxes and jean and his insane aura and his general nonchalance and his breakfast burrito that he hid behind and his napkin that he ordered a hit on and his stalker binder and his keys and cigarettes. i will never love another the character the way i love neil josten.