Lullabies (Hoodie x E.Jack)

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The eyeless man sat fuming in his basement as he dismantled the two body's and stored their vitals and meat.

He was angry at himself for acting in such a manner, and still so perplexed about the proxy. Taking a quick break and bitting into some still fresh meat and squashy organs Jack rested and ate something before continuing. A little later Jack decided to call it good for now, most of the body still lay on the table but the most quick to rot organs and parts were jared and stored away. With a sigh he cleaned himself up in the sink and took off the apron he always wear when working. Putting his sweatshirt back on but not bothering with the hood Jack headed up stairs.

Looking around Jack didn't find Hoodie inside anywhere and unease whispered in his ears. Suddenly the sound of a gun being fired once, twice, three times not to far off sounded and Jack's vision went crazy for a moment, sending waves of white everywhere.

Looking in the direction of the blast Jack went out the patio doors and towards it, the rain lightly dripping from the sky. After walking for about five minutes Jack found Hoodie's silhouette and stopped, knowing better then to approaching somebody with a possibly live gun.

Hoodie carefully took the bullet out of the barrel and grumbled about cheap pellets. Sensing somebody was watching he took the magazine out of the gun and looked about. Looking behind him he found Jack standing there, slouching. Seeing Jack with his hood down made him grin. "Hey," Hoodie greeted. Jack nodded. "Hey."

They stood listening to the birds and wind for a moment. "What's up?"

Jack shook his head and balanced his weight on his other foot. "Ah,. nothing. Was just curious." Hoodie nodded.

"After you're done, ya' want ta' beer?" Jack asked nodding back to the house. Hoodie smiled behind his mask.

"Sure, just a minute or two."

Nodding again Jack turned away and went. Turning back Hoodie reloaded his gun and breathed. Working on his aim he waited a few minutes before he shot, understanding Jack was sensitive to sound.

Sitting down at the table Jack left the patio doors open. Tapping his fingers against the polished wood he then got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Jack played something to fill in the darkness and found two CDs. Sticking one in he discovered it to be the band Hoodie had been listening to earlier and left it, taking an interest in the music. Opening his beer Jack took a sip and sat down again.

Stepping into the open doors Hoodie found Jack waiting patiently. Setting his gun flat on the table the proxy got himself a drink and sat down across from the cannibal. Cracking it open and taking a sip they didn't say anything for a moment. Jack cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry about earlier,.."

Hoodie smirked. "It's cool, but,... Is there something that's got you worked up?"

Taping his finger against the cold, tinted class of his drink Jack thought it was ironic that Hoodie asked this. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Hoodie was going to say something but then thought better of it. Hm'ing Hoodie fixed his mask above his mouth. Shrugging he decided to take it off, it's not like Jack can see his face. Hoodie's walked around Jack's place without a mask many times and had found no reason why it might be a bad idea. Laying it down on the table he fidgeted with it, flatlining it out and such.

Jack admired Hoodie's choice to take off his mask. Jack could not make out details of anything and he didn't have the courage to take off his own mask most of the time. With that he felt Hoodie was very comfortable whenever he took of his mask and found himself to be proud because of it.

"Hey Jack," Hoodie said glancing up at the blue mask. "What's the worst place you've ever lived in?"

Jack took the question in silence and looked down at the table. Many images and places ran through his head. Hoodie noticed the change and felt bad he asked the question. Jack was rather old, Hoodie was sure he's had just as many bad experiences as good.