[The Apartment] Secretarial work

[murdoc_is_god]

After some convincing that everything would be ok, Murdoc gets Stu to come home with him to fill out the forms that they stop and pick up from Social Services. One set is to get Murdoc and Han county medical cards and the other is to apply for Medicaid assistance to help pay the hospital bill. It's a lot of reading small, oddly worded print and

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[stu_isnt_god]

Even though Han isn't home yet, Stu knows that he will be, eventually. This knowledge worries him a great deal. Last time he encountered Murdoc's brother, he got kicked! Stu doesn't like being kicked. It isn't a fun thing.

"Uhm. You probably don't have any tea, do you? If not...uhm...just some hot tapwater will do, I suppose. I need something hot."

He nods and curls onto the couch, looking through the papers.

[murdoc_is_god]

"Hot...tap water. Sure...whatever you say, kid."
It doesn't really matter that Stu can't see Murdoc from the couch. The look of bemused confusion is audible.

Muds gets himself a soda from the fridge, making the decision to behave himself and not start in on beer just yet. It's not like it would even get him drunk very quickly, but he's still making sure things are smooth with Stu and Hannibal. He doesn't need any help fucking it up.
He gets a fresh pack of lights out of the carton and fills a glass with hot water before coming to sit next to Stu on the couch. He hands Stu his glass and sets his own on the end table while he taps the cigarette pack and starts pealing off the plastic.

"So, any of that shit make sense to you? Or do we need it translated?"

[stu_isnt_god]

He nods thanks, taking a sip. The hot feels really good, though the taste isn't the best. He's worried himself into a sore throat and hot drinks always make that feel better.

"Uhm, it's not that bad, really. They need your name and birthdate, social security number...address. Proof of address, that's like bills and stuff?" He squints at the papers. "Income...proof of income. Uhm. Check stubs, that sort of thing?" He flips to another page. "This is medical history." He nods. "A lot of it is just yes or no answers, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?"

[murdoc_is_god]

"Yeah. That's pretty easy. I mean...I don't think we have much medical history really..."
Muds thinks about it for a minute while he lights his cig. Short or not, he'd rather not go over it...but they probably don't ask real specific things right?

"And I've got my social security card..so we're good there...um, I don't know Han's number, though. So, we'll have to ask him. He'd have the income shit too."

[1stborn2ndbest]

There's the sound of door opening and Han comes in. He regards Muds and Stu on the couch, narrowing one eye, and wordlessly goes to the kitchen. He's not as bothered by them as he was, but he's still not going to throw any parties in honor of the situation.

[murdoc_is_god]

Muds moves his arm from behind Stu and heads to the kitchen with his empty soda to trade it for a new one.
"Hey, I got the forms and shit that they said we need to fill out...and I brought a secretary to fill 'em out for us."
He tosses his empty drink into the trash as he enters the kitchen after Han.

[1stborn2ndbest]

He quirks a brow, opening a soda of his own. "So that's what you kids are calling them these days, huh? Secretaries?" He half-grins, leaning against the counter. "What're the papers like? All complicated an' shit?"

[murdoc_is_god]

"Shut up! He has better hand writing than me. Figured it would help."
He sticks his tongue out and grabs a drink.

"Anyway, the papers don't seem too bad...just a lot of fuckin questions I don't have answers for."
Muds shrugs and takes a drink.
"You'll know more of 'em than me, at least. But, like, one of the questions was about what kinda diseases run in yer family, right? Heh. How the fuck should I know?"

[murdoc_is_god]

Muds takes some amount of joy in keeping Stu in the dark about their destination. It's something he's thought about doing with a girl for a while, but he's never had the chance...or the right girl who'd agree to it. He figures Stu will agree to anything, though. So maybe he was looking for the right "girl" in the wrong places.

He pulls into a spot in front of a drug store and shuts off the engine. Muds smiles at Stu, looking more than a little devious, and climbs out of the car. Where he heads to, though, is across the street. A large cemetery filled with decorative statues and old mausoleums. It's like a maze and it's only lit by the street lights on the outer edges.
"C'mon...figure no one here minds what we do, eh?"

[stu_isnt_god]

It's true. Stu will agree to anything.

Still...cemeteries are kind of scary. But, Muds seems to think it's a good idea. So maybe it is. Muds...has...good ideas. He gives a weak grin back and nods. "Uhm. Yeah, I guess nobody would mind."

[murdoc_is_god]

Getting in is just a hop up onto a short stone wall and then another over a short, iron fence. Still, Murdoc isn't real confident of Stu making the trip. Once he's up, he stops against the edge of the fence, reaching over to help Stu up and into the gardens.

"No one comes here I night, I don't think. Least, I've never seen anyone. And most of the place can't be seen from the street. Hurry up, though. Don't wanna get busted just fuckin getting in."
He looks around at the streets surrounding the place, but no one seems to be near by or looking just yet.

[stu_isnt_god]

"Thanks...I don't think I could've done that myself." He's not really well-versed in climbing fences.

Once in, he looks around owlishly. This doesn't feel like a good idea at all. His face is very pale in the fading light. "Muds...? Is...is it okay to be scared?"