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[fuckvampires]

Anyone of you yahoos seen a skinny goth kid 'round here?

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[surface_level]

[Doesn't look great, and really doesn't want to be speaking to Harvestman, but for this he feels he has to.]

I do not know where he is. He has not come to me.

I will search if you will tell me where to go.

[fuckvampires]

That's just it, I don't know where to look. He made a really drunken post and couldn't tell me where he was.

[surface_level]

[ Lucas is seriously concerned now. ]

He has access to his phone?

[fuckvampires]

Yeah. Look, he might just be out and I might just be blowing this outta proportion, so don't get freaked, alright? I just... worry, when he does this. 'Specially since he ain't with you.

[surface_level]

Would you allow me to use yours?

[fuckvampires]

[he hands it over. It's a nice, new smartphone - his phone is the only thing he spends money on.

[surface_level]

[ These, Lucas knows how to use. His fingers work on the keys as he texts the number he finds for Brody. After hitting send, he waits, staring at the screen and willing an immediate response. ]

[fuckvampires]

(it's the impatience that gets to him, keeps him fidgeting all the while)

Look, if he don't answer, just keep an eye out? If he were in trouble, he'd say.

[surface_level]

Would he. [ He continues to stare at the phone, though with less and less hope. ]

[fuckvampires]

He's got his phone. He's asked for help before. Listen...

[he hesitates, combing hands through his hair.]

I'm gonna look 'round the apartment, see where he hangs out. If I find him, I'll make sure he calls you. If you find him, tell him to text me. Alright?

[surface_level]

Yes.

Nothing can happen to him.

[fuckvampires]

I know, Lucas. I know.

[surface_level]

Thank you.

[campjesus]

[ he stumbles in a few days later, looking and smelling a proper mess. that's gore and vomit, among other things. ]

What.

[fuckvampires]

...Hey.

[campjesus]

What.

[fuckvampires]

You ain't been home in awhile.

[campjesus]

So like, I'm not allowed to go out now, or?

[fuckvampires]

No, I just got worried. I, uh, may have worried your boyfriend, you might wanna talk to him. After a shower.

[campjesus]

Kay. I'm going back out.

[fuckvampires]

Hey, hey, can you just... stay for awhile? You look like shit.

[campjesus]

I'm fine.

[fuckvampires]

Okay. I'm worried 'bout you and I would feel better if I saw you get cleaned up and rest for a bit.

[campjesus]

I'm dead. I don't need to rest.

[fuckvampires]

A shower. Please?

[campjesus]

Since when do you care what anyone else looks like?

[fuckvampires]

You're not anyone else.

[campjesus]

[ he purses his lips. ]

Whatever. I'm going.

[fuckvampires]

Please. Just a shower. That's all I'm asking.

[campjesus]

Fine. Whatever.

[fuckvampires]

[he sighs]

Thank you.

[campjesus]

Mm.