008 ⚸ god just blame inky for this okay

[notsaul]

So, like, I'm just calling to say that I'm gonna be home sick for a while!

And by a while I mean two weeks.

Don't come over to visit or call me on the phone or even walk past my house or I will fucking end you and everything you love.

[Spring is most certainly in the air, isn't it? And while the majority of you humans living in Mayfield will be

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[techno_mancer]

[Annie can probably imagine it: Quinn walks by the barricade, stops, backs up, looks at it. He thinks for a moment before he decides to crank a stupid remark.]

There another weirrd holiday goin' I should be aware of?

[notsaul]

[hey

can you hear it

that's the sound of a lamp smashing against the wall

why do you anger her with your words]

[techno_mancer]

[Sorry kiddo, Hatches have an ability to take things seriously easily.]

Ooookay. Was a joke. Are you okay?

[notsaul]

No.

Leave me to die.

[such a drama queen]

[techno_mancer]

What the hell is goin' on?

[notsaul]

... Don't wanna talk about it.

And you don't wanna hear it.

[techno_mancer]

If ya insist. And I'm pretty sure ya are...

[A beat.]

Well if ya need anythin', kiddo, ya know where to find me.

[notsaul]

[and then

five hours later

some sort of blanketworm is inching its way into the kitchen]

[techno_mancer]

[Quinn's in there, poking through the fridge, not looking too interested in anything in there. He's muttering to himself.]

My kingdom for some Chinese take-out.

[notsaul]

[inchinchinchinchin--

and hitting your ankles]

Fuck.

[techno_mancer]

Wha--

[Looks down]

Oh. What's up, human burrito?

[notsaul]

Slip some food

under the blanket.

[techno_mancer]

Food, huh? We're a bit low on anything good. Lemme look.

[Rummage rummage

Here Annie, have a jar of pickles.]

[notsaul]

Are you fucking kidding me here.

[THAT JAR?

NOW SAILING THROUGH THE KITCHEN WINDOW]

[techno_mancer]

Geez, sister, whatcha want me to do? Can't even get old drone mama to cook with nothin' in the fridge. I can go grab somethin' at the drive-in, I guess.

[notsaul]

Meat.

Now.

I will fuck up your ankles dude.