TEXT&VOICE MESSAGE POST ✖ gargleblasted

[nicotine_patch]

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SPECIAL DELIVERY;

[prayforprey]

[ it's around 2 a.m. when an ambiguous knock comes on the door of 3-2. and when the door is opened, three cartons of cigarettes are sitting on the stoop, a stranger in an obnoxious yellow hoodie retreating with a glance over his shoulder.

'junkie delivery boys come so cheap, yeah?'

one of the cartons is open, though, and tucked inside the cardboard folds is a note that seems to pack more weight than normal; ]

fox,
dont take a blackout to need an open door
your kind likes its hidden little dens
-- g

[ inside is a black keypass to the shackshop, white silicon notches on the unsharp, old edge. a clean corner of the square has a ring that a thick red string is looped through for 'safe keeping'. ]

ACTION;

[nicotine_patch]

[his blackened eye widens first at the parcel, then flickers up after the yellow hoodie with suspicion]

[he's about to yell after the kid when he sees the small, tattered corner of paper sticking out of the carton]

[with that, it clicks neatly into place, with reliablepredictable memory]

[his mouth splits into a scabbed grin around his cigarette, and he picks up the cartons, bringing them inside]

[with long-legged strides and boots crunching through the debris of 3-2's battlefield carpet, he shoulders open his bedroom door]

[it's after he piles the cartons on top of the safe in the corner and ashes his cigarette that he pulls the note --]

[-- and something heavy falls to the floor]

[blinking, he reaches down, picking up the keypass by the red tether]

[his eye immediately snaps over to the note in his other hand for explanation; it gets another grin]

ACTION;

[nicotine_patch]

[the note is stored in the safe; the key is pocketed.]