15th Inning

[freakinblur]

[So, Thursday rolls by, then Friday, then Saturday, with no word from Scout. OK, admit it, you're probably not looking for him, or want to talk to him, but that doesn't mean that he's not usually annoying people and/or making a spectacle of himself in one way or another. It's been all quiet around 1451 Mitchell for a few days now

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[bustydefense]

Everything all right?

[freakinblur]

Oh yeah. Peachy. This town can-- [Suddenly his legs give out beneath him and he falls over.]

....I am gettin' real tired 'a that.

[bustydefense]

I could see that.

Would you like to sit down, maybe?

[freakinblur]

[Oh god he is so sick of smacking his head off stuff this week. He'll just sit up on the curb where he fell.]

I... yeah. Goddamnit.

[bustydefense]

Here, let me help you inside. I'll make some coffee, and there's some cake.

[She's... not going to mention tentacle monster :x]

[freakinblur]

[Oh god he has no idea.

He sighs. Hard to turn an offer like that from Mia.]

Yeah, coffee sounds awesome right about now. Uh, thanks.

[bustydefense]

[It's still missing... for now]

I thought you might like it. Come on.

[She offers her arm]

[freakinblur]

[Now he can't help but grin and accepts the arm.] so, the town screw wit' you at all? Seems like they pretty much got everyone.

[bustydefense]

You could say that.

[Careful up the porch stairs~]

[freakinblur]

Yeah? What-- [Suddenly he breaks off running! He has no control over it and ends up slamming into the front door and then falling over.]

...goddamnit.

[bustydefense]

[Mia just helps him up again]

How long has it been like this?

[freakinblur]

Geez. Coupla days now. How long can their sick jokes last anyway?

[bustydefense]

Usually, about a week.

[Guides into the house]