三十一 // Who Says You Can't Go Home (1)

[pretecorrotto]

That's four days I'm never getting back.

Oi, brats. Both of you. It's too quiet in the house. Who are you terrorizing now?

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[smokesordie]

Hey.

Awkwaaard

[pretecorrotto]

Hey.

JUST A BIT

[smokesordie]

[Paaaauuuuse. Trying to find the right words.]

Need a drink?

He doesn't remember but Bastet told him

[pretecorrotto]

Fuck do I ever.

You didn't get caught up in that shit, did you?

Bawww Moonie

[smokesordie]

Not until after the fact. This pack's on me.

Moonspeak for "Glad you're okay"

[pretecorrotto]

At least one of us didn't get fucked up that day.

... BEST. PUN. EVER.

[smokesordie]

'Course not. Someone has to stay behind to get the booze.

And I just got that now. /is slow

[pretecorrotto]

At least my house hasn't been destroyed, like the last time I was gone.

[quicklog?]

xD /pats

[smokesordie]

Yeah, but now Apple's heading back there. Give it a day.

[[Sure!]]

/weep

[pretecorrotto]

In that case, better make it double the beer.

[quicklog]

[smokesordie]

[Oh, look at that. He already left, conveniently.

Still, he's at Moon's door not too long after their conversation, beer in tow. He reaches for the knob to see if it's unlocked instead of knocking.] Yo.

[quicklog]

[pretecorrotto]

[Moon is happy to see the beer, which really means he's happy to see Eyepatch. He knew that the redhead was friends with Zombie, which made this whole situation even more fucked up, but Moon wasn't going to bring it up if he couldn't even remember what happened anyway.]

About time.

[quicklog]

[smokesordie]

[Eyepatch had been a little paranoid that Moon might be mad at him, and he's glad that's not the case. The fact that he's back and without a second memory wipe is one weight lifted, and a pretty big one at that.

He heads inside, heading over to the coffee table and setting the box down there.]

About time, my ass. That was twenty minutes tops. [Though he wasn't really counting.]

Re: [quicklog]

[pretecorrotto]

[Moon reaches for the case and pulls out a beer immediately. Sorry, he already used up his one thank you for the year on Cara up there.]

The kid's here.

[Said matter-of-factly, after a long swig.]

Re: [quicklog]

[smokesordie]

[No matter, Eyepatch didn't expect one. He follows Moon's example and takes one for himself, cracking it open.]

... how's he doing?

[quicklog]

[pretecorrotto]

Deliriously happy. You know how kids are. Ball of emotions.

[Moon holds the beer in his hands for a moment without drinking. It's a strange feeling, to be so important in someone's life. He's not comfortable with it at all.]