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"(name). (name). (name). (name)." I felt Randal poking my cheek, presumably trying to wake me up.
Not opening my eyes, I respond with a monotonous voice, "What in the ever loving fuck do want you autistic ginger." Who does he think he is? I was sleeping. "Now that's mean...Anyways I want you to come with me, something's going on—I can feel it." Godamnit.
I slowly open my eyes, turning to face him. "This better be worth it, or I'm taking Sebastian under my wing." I threatened him. "Yeah, yeah sure, now let's go!"
With a sigh, I lifted my arm up midair for him to grab—which he did. I felt a strong force grabbing my arm, which was enough to drag me out of my sleeping bag. I stumble a bit, trying to regain my composure as Randal dragged me to his brother's tent.
Once we got near Luther's tent, I heard some beeping noises. Then, both of us took a peek inside. "Beep—we're sorry the number you're trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep." I hear Luther fail to call someone. I turned my attention away from him and looked at his TV—Oh he's trying to call the number on the AD, it's probably involved with our vacation thing.
"The hell, you've got a phone in here?" Randal's voice unexpected once again. Luther looks at both of us. "Randal what the hell?! Why would you blow our cover?!!" I whisper yell at him, gripping his shoulder, despite us already being caught. "Shush, I can do whatever I want." He smugly says. He seemed to like the pain I was inflicting on him, so I let go.
"You have a TV too, fucking great." He continues to express his envy for Luther. "...is that a picture of Will Smith...?" I squint my eyes at the picture on the tent's wall. "..." Randal glared at the picture.
Luther finally decided to speak. "...Well, I didn't expect to see you two so soon. What's wrong? Oh, I've underestimated our toothpaste supply." Randal pulled out two sets to teeth out of nowhere, one more resting on his clenched knees and started rambling once again.
Luther commands Nyon to fetch him some toothpaste for Randal. Meanwhile, the three of us remained in the main room. "Hey, it's the guy! Remember him and the other one?" Randal tugs my sleeve, trying to get me to remember. "Oh is it those weird men that came to the house that one night?" My brain finally clicks.
"Yeah, I bet he still has no ear under that headset to cover it..." Randal smile becomes more devious as a faint blush coats his cheeks. "I still have his ear too...Ahh, it's starting to feel really good..." Um, I'm still here if you don't know. "Can you stop getting horny at the mention of 'human' flesh? It's weird." I say, disgusted...although I felt heat on my cheeks.
Nyon comes back with no toothpaste. "Can't find them?" Luther spoke for Nyon, but he kept his blank face, although Luther got his expression. "...Strange." He then got up and went to another room, Randal and I following.
Randal's gaze immediately snapped to a specific location, which was on the hitchhiker we picked up earlier—only he was wrapped in white cloth with buckles. Why was he still here. I wonder as Randal began rolling him around with his foot.
Randal knelt down and asked the hitchhiker who his favorite girl character is from an anime called 'Neon Genesis Evangelion' in order for him to help. Although the hiker didn't know what that was.
Luther came and grabbed the back of Randal's shirt. "Stop torturing this poor person!" Randal quickly says, "What?! I didn't do that, you did!" It seemed like Luther didn't know about the hitchhiker being tied up.
Randal got released from Luther's grip and left, probably to get Sebastian.
Luther took this as an opportunity and asks me, "Dear (name), do you like thy little brother?" I tensed, that came out of nowhere. "I-I don't know...He's weird, I don't like weird..." I look away. "But honey, aren't you the same as us? Well, I wouldn't say we're 'weird', more unique is the word." I didn't respond.
"Well, maybe I do...although it'll probably fade in awhile, it always happens anyway." I brush my weird feelings for that ginger away, hoping it'll go away. "Do what you want dear, I just want you to take your shot while you still have a chance." I scoffed, what does he know?
"We're back~!" That agonizing voice introduces himself once again. "Hey (name), why's your face red? Are you dying or whatever?" He runs his stupid mouth. "No, mind your own business!"
"Oh yeah, Luther! Sebastian's cold." Randal remembers to tell Luther as Sebastian was shivering on the floor. "It's always the humans who suffer the most." That was all what Luther said response. Sebastian immediately starts sweating, as Randal gives him some water, the temperature's really bizarre here.
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Y'know what? Fuck it imma try to update this book as much as I can bc I love ranfren.
