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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I know what an iPod is. [He smirks a little at the thought.]

Only you'd think of a jacket as a war trophy. I have - my music box. Nothing else.

Several hours after Silent Hill

[madaboutit]

Hey

You ok?

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He sends him a video of his stitched up arm and hand, no longer bleeding.

They will make very cool scars.]

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[madaboutit]

[Sweeney returns a picture of the skylight above Laura's bed. He feels weird about the idea of actually photographing her while she's sleeping.]

She didn't make it.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He can't type with his hand as fucked up as it is, so he's forced into audio.]

Fuck.

I couldn't fucking find her. And then I got attacked.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[madaboutit]

[Sweeney keeps to text for the time being.]

Fucking hell

Glad you made it.

[Half a breath later.]

She's sleeping, but I'm sure she'd like to see you.

When you're feeling up to it.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Gonna have someone look at the stitches and make sure they're good to go. If I bleed on her, it won't do her any favors.

Thanks for letting me know.

Was it the monsters or someone being a dick?

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[madaboutit]

[It takes him a second to debate that one.]

Her ex.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You see it happen?

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[madaboutit]

[There's another brief pause.]

Yes

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You need anything?

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[madaboutit]

Don't know yet.

Depends on what she needs.

I'll let you know if something comes up.

[It's not hard to read between the lines that Sweeney isn't going to ask for anything for himself.]

She'll probably need food at some point.

And maybe you can take Moose?

If you're up for it.

I can ask Will otherwise.

It's no big deal.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Nah, I'll take Moose. He and Mae are pack, I think.

I'll bring something to eat. I can come by soon.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[madaboutit]

That'd be great.

I'm sure she'd be more than happy to see you.

I think Moose is in the kennel.

Maybe

[Because he's not in Laura's room.]

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Fuck. I'll find him and get him settled. She'd be pissed if I didn't.

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[madaboutit]

Appreciate it.

Let me know when you've got him?

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[After a while:]

Can't fucking find him.

You got an in with Will? He might know where Moose went.

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[madaboutit]

[A minute later. He switches to audio, since Laura had to wake to figure it out.]

Will's got him. He should be fine. 'ppreciate you lookin'.

Re: Several hours after Silent Hill

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sure thing.

[NSFW soon] as if it's a choice

[sixfeetofdirt]

[Continued!]

"Let's get a bed under us first," Astarion teases, a predictably filthy joke, though he moves back just enough to let Jacob do what he has to do.

He missed this. The thought hits him unexpectedly - it really hasn't been that long, but it's true. He missed the ease of just...being with him, in every way they want to be. Enjoying each other without fretting over crossed lines.

He steps into the room as soon as he can, following Jacob and closing the door behind them.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob keeps the lights dimmed but not off, placing his gun on the desk.

"You can make a dirty joke out of anything," he remarks, unlacing his boots. He wasn't expecting this at all, so it's not as if he dressed for the occasion.

Still, there's something he finds comfortable about the whole thing. He kicks them off by the door and reaches for him again. "Don't know how I'm getting you out of those pants. They're fucking painted on or whatever."

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion laughs, toes out of his own shoes, then reaches for the laced panel hidden at one side.

"You don't do anything, darling. You just watch."

They're not easy to get off, but he's had plenty of practice.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He sits on the bed, leaning back on his hands. "Alright then. Let's see your magic pants."

He is very skeptical about this.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion scoffs lightly and steps back, untying the lace and opening the panel at one side, then the other. Loosened, they come down to his knees easily enough, and he just has to bend over to peel them down from knee to ankle.

"This is the one part that isn't quite so graceful," he concedes, and leans over to steady his hands on Jacob's shoulders while he kicks off one leg and then the other.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He steadies him with one hand, but sits forward so he can kiss him instead.

"Good thing you don't need to breathe, cuz you'd fucking pass out in those."