open

[masticated]

poke him

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[longlegs]

i need smt
you cant tell great

[masticated]

hmmm. that's a big ask.

but i won't, for you. what do i get?

[longlegs]

no it isn't

[ It is, and she knows it. ]

what do you want

[masticated]

no. i want to hear what you need first, then i'll decide what i want.

[ok freak.]

[longlegs]

i just need you to come pick me up
i already asked queen but he can't be bothered bc he's an asshole

[ ... Asking Queen for anything usually means some part of her body is in a Not Good State. ]

[masticated]

queen??? what the fuck happened to you?
just send me your location i'll get what i want later.

[longlegs]

we don't have to talk about that thanks

[ He gets a notification shortly after. Location: an abandoned house in the middle of some farmlands, for some reason. There's a wrecked car on the nearest road marking the spot, picture completed by weird scratches on asphalt and a few red stains. Aren't we all glad Raíz doesn't have a budget? ]

[masticated]

you said you wanted me to keep this between us, right?

[that's not ominous at all!]

shiiit cece, you're out there. 1 hour. ish.

[ish is more like it, even speeding through shortcuts and over cornfields keeps him at an hour-fifteen, minimum. he brought first aid, the kind of first aid that comes with the job. heavy duty bandages and a suturing kit, but there's an extra (possibly unnecessary) addition in his trunk: a live body. he drowns out the screams with music.

the roaring of his car's engine signals his arrival. he leaves the car running, car door slamming shut and heavy footfalls as he rushes to the door. he's only quiet when he wants to be.]

Cellar? [everything is dusty, something smells. floorboards creak beneath his shoes. floorboards. looking down, he follows the smears of blood. danger isn't really on the forefront of his mind right now, waved away once he finds her on the ground. he crouches down, elbows on his knees, head tilting.] What's the worst of it?

[longlegs]

thx

[ The phone is dropped carelessly on her lap, head resting against the wall with a deep sigh. Cellar's exhausted, but the pain is too loud to let her consciousness fade for anything resembling a nap. He'll find her sweating, splattered with someone else's blood more than her own and annoyed about it. The scrapes and bruises are unnoteworthy; she's only used her shadows to keep a broken tibia straight and make sure it stays that way. It's just until someone comes along to fix the fuck-up, really. Something that would have already been taken care of if Queen wasn't feeling lazy.

She puffs hair sticking to her nose. ]

Just the leg.

🤪

[relocating]

give it back

[masticated]

idk what you're talking about twig.

[relocating]

bullshit
just give it back and i'll let it go

promise :)

[masticated]

whatEver lOser
get me a pack of cigs and i'll give it back

whats so special about this anyway.

[relocating]

i'm not paying you for my own shit stay out of my room
open it i hope it explodes in your face

[masticated]

lol

eat dirt, etc. or you know, i'll just give it to someone else. then you'll never get it back.

[relocating]

jesus christ why do you even smoke it doesn't look cool you know
is it cause you want the new ones to fuck you
do you think it makes you look hot

[masticated]

i'm always hot ♥
smoking adds a jenese quois or however the fuck you spell it.

what are you jealous that they fall in love with me and not you?

[exeunts]

What is "rizz"? Someone told me I don't have it.

[masticated]

hahaha what?
it's some new saying kids keep throwing around. a new way to say charisma.

[exeunts]

Well I suppose I don't want a fourteen year old boy to think I'm charismatic. I'm going to take it as a compliment.

[masticated]

that's gross and you definitely don't want that.
why were you talking to a 14 year old???

[exeunts]

I come when I'm called. I can't control who calls to me.

[masticated]

every time? you show up every single time?

[exeunts]

Yes, of course.

[masticated]

that's crazy
don't you get bored?