Six

[blorks]

[The journal picks up a loud yawn as someone wakes up from a nice week-long sleep. Not that he realises he's been asleep for a whole week, of course. He's just been dreaming of living his normal castle life, with no creeper kidnapper at all]

Man, I haven't felt so rested since forever. That's pretty weird.

[After all, he's used to having very

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Guido

[mc_blackheart]

Are you all right? [Molotov sounds concerned]

Molotov

[blorks]

Me? I'm just peachy. Slept fer a week apparently. How about you?

Guido

[mc_blackheart]

A week? So you missed everything.

Molotov

[blorks]

Yeah, sounds like I missed something Chris Hansen woulda been all over.

Guido

[mc_blackheart]

I think this one might have been a bit beyond his realm. [Molotov pauses for a moment, then speaks slowly, her words very deliberate.] I want to talk to you. Whenever you are ready, of course. Feel free to wake up a bit.

Molotov

[blorks]

Huh? OH sure. Lemmie take a shower first, I don't want ta gas you out.

Gimmie half an hour?

Guido

[mc_blackheart]

[Eye-rolling. Men are gross.] Da. May I come to your room?

Molotov

[blorks]

[They really are] Sure thing.

[And once he doesn't smell like someone who hasn't got out of bed for a week, he'll come a'knocking on her door]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov answers the door when Guido knocks, looking marginally surprised, then slips out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Is it because there is evidence of Brock having spent a lot of time in her room over the past week or so? Maybe!]

Oh, I was going to come to you...

[blorks]

[He's the worst detective in the world anyway, he'd probably not even notice. He does smile and pull a bunch of flowers from behind his back, though]

I wanted ta surprise you.

[mc_blackheart]

[Yeah, his job description didn't sound like it actually included very much... detective work. Molotov smiles when he gives her the flowers, and takes them from him.]

Thank you. Castle, a vase please.

[The vase appears in her hand, and she places the flowers inside, opening the door to set them on side table, next to another, older bouquet. She comes back out, still smiling, and takes his hand.] Your room?

[blorks]

[Jamie hired him to be the muscle, he's down with that]

Really keen on my room, huh? But sure, if ya like.

[See, totally didn't even notice the other vase of flowers, doop de doop]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov just smiles and squeezes his hand, then starts toward the stairs. She doesn't really know how to say, 'I don't know if you want to climb three flights of stairs after this conversation', so she doesn't say anything at all.]

[blorks]

[He's quite happy with the silence, though it is starting to worry him a little. Oh man is she dying or something? Did that creepy kidnapping thing give her slender-disease?

He'll just be staring right ahead as his mind pulls up a zillion possibilities of What is Wrong]

[mc_blackheart]

[Yes! Molotov is getting skinnier and taller and tentaclier as we speak! Haha, no, she is okay. She actually felt kind of shitty about having to have this conversation, and she was hating Brock, like, a lot. He ignores her for twenty-odd years, and the second she finds someone she really likes, he freaks out and gets possessive? And of course she couldn't say no to him. It's Brock, though, and Everything Sucks For Brock, so there was a fairly good chance that they'd be broken up in a few weeks anyway.

Molotov is thinking about all of this as she leads Guido upstairs by the hand, occasionally smiling at him to conceal her own trepidation about this. She doesn't stop moving until they reach his door, at which point she releases his hand, so that he can let them in.]

[blorks]

[Brock is an asshat like that. It's okay, girl, one day, it may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but one day, Guido will spit on his pizza.

He offers her a smile opening the door for her and extending a big old hand of his, gesturing her to go inside]

Ladies first.