RP ARCHIVE - Salty, Z, Abbey, Burrito

First Night - V Momentary Relief

Z:

"Some times," Jaz responded, remembering the tours he'd gone on that felt like eternities ago now. While he did not get the opportunity to travel as often as more well known musicians, he enjoyed what he was able to do.

"But I learned a lot of it in the same old town growing up, music just drew me in since I could remember."

By then he had made some good progress on the wing repair, and when the final stitch was made he sat back to look over his meticulous handiwork.

"Good as new."

Salty:

"Hm. Guess you probably weren't lying when I asked you what you were thinking about when I bumped into you."
Wyatt responded casually.

They stood up almost almost immediately once given the signal of completion. An arm was raised so that they could look beneath it and display their stitched wing out. The original tears were barely noticeable! Wyatt's face remained blank as they dropped their arm down and turned around to face Jaz's direction.
"It's great."
It took them a moment. "... Thank you."
Wyatt looked back down at the wing once more and realised it should absolutely heal by tomorrow and the nervous tension held in their shoulders relaxed with relief, a smile finally forming on their face at the thought of the freedom of changing whenever they wanted.

Wyatt motioned their head over to the scattered jewels across the floor from when they had broken the bottom drawer.
"I can't take all of it with me when I leave. When you go, tomorrow, just take what you need."
Wyatt stepped up onto the windowsill again. They looked down at the grass. No new footprints. Once more they looked over to Jaz.
"Could buy yourself a figgle.. or whatever you called it. I'm staying on the roof to look out. Don't call the authorities or I will actually kill you."

Z:

"I'll have to pass on that, sorry," Jaz waved a dismissive hand at the offer of jewels. He was not a smart man but even he knew the fear of money laundering.

"I already have a fiddle, I'll be fine," He let out a light hearted chuckle at the suggestion.

There was a sense of relief that washed over him after being told he'd be out by tomorrow, as he was already feeling guilty about ignoring his friend's calls, those of which had finally stopped quite some time ago, and leaving Aphrodite all alone for two days.

"Could I at least let my friend know to feed my cat?"

Salty:

Wyatt was about to pull themselves out of the window, their arms already catching onto the outer wall above. They looked down and thought about the question. They nodded their head and then proceeded in exiting out.

Z:

Jaz's hands trembled as he reached for his phone, and as if on autopilot he instantly dialed Nathan first thing, needing to reassure his dear friend of his mysterious whereabouts. He also quickly remembered to enable the speaker option so as to not anger his looming acquaintance.

It rang for a few seconds before the other side picked up, then came that comforting voice, "Jaz? Where are you?"

Nathan was surprisingly calm and straightforward, heavily contrasting the crazed log of repeatedly missed calls on Jaz's phone. All of Jaz's expectations were already thrown out the window and he felt tongue tied.

"I've... been really busy, but I'll be back by tomorrow so don't worry! Okay?"

The vague answers did not help Jaz's case, and Nathan kept fretting that Grayson's story from earlier really was as bad as it seemed. If Jaz was being monitored, which was undoubtedly the case in Nathan's conspiracy driven mind, he wouldn't want to make the situation worse by letting it be known that talk was already spreading about his disappearance.