Sweet Heart [Editing?]

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Sep knew there was something wrong. It was 6:30 PM now and Ambrose hadn't been home all day. He never stayed out this long without texting or calling. He knew something had to be wrong. So, he made his way down to the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to see Al doing the dishes but ultimately ignored him. He sat at the dining table after grabbing a beer from the fridge, peeking through the sliding glass door repeatedly as he went to sit down. Of course, he noticed Al noticing him.

"Hey, uh, where's The Boy." He cooed while drying his hands on a kitchen towel. Sep hardly looked up, hardly heard him and certainly didn't give him a straight answer because he only shrugged and kept looking out into the backyard. Al dropped the towel onto the counter next to the sink and leaned against the table.

"Se-ep." he said this sing-songy, which caught Sep's attention. Even if it was just for a split second.
"Yeah?" Where could Ambrose be? He tried to think of anyone who had it out for him and no one came to mind. Except for Mavin and Farley who lived in the Marsh Woods but Ambrose didn't usually go near there. He had walked with him once or twice and a couple times by himself. He knew his route and there weren't many threats.
"Is everything A-Okay?" Al rapped on the table with his knuckles as he checked on his friend, bobbing back and forth from his heels to his toes.

"No, Al. It's getting late and, Ambrose isn't home," Sep didn't know what to do. Should he go look for him? What if he accidentally stepped into a Faery ring? Oh no. He wasn't that educated in Faery rings. Neither of them were, so, this was a really big problem.

His paranoid thoughts were interrupted by the glass door squealing open. He got up so fast his chair nearly fell over; it teetered on its back legs before rocking back to all fours. Sep sighed as Alan looked up at him, shaking his head. He disregarded the troubled look from Al and sat back down heavily with a small sigh. It was just Grumpy Forest Boy.

"Can anyone just waltz into my fucking forest now? Space-man lookin' ass..."Alan threw a chunk of metal onto the floor. Neither of the two men were shocked at Alan's language. Sure, the Counterpart rarely swore, or even spoke for that manner, but when he did he cursed like a sailor and it was usually because he was livid. They mostly stared in frightened confusion at the dirt-covered chunk of metal now sitting on the kitchen floor.

"Litter-bugs. In my fucking woods." He exclaimed while punctuating each word with a violent hand jab towards the discarded metal. Al started waving his hands in dismissal and Sep's heart hung off the edge of his ribcage, ready to drop into his stomach.

"Woah woah woah, back the bus up. 'Space-man'?" The demon inquired, looking at his other half like he hadn't heard him right. Naturally, Alan clicked his teeth and held a finger up as he jumped-two at a time-up the stairs. His actions weren't discussed further until he came back with his sketch book. They watched him plop down at his window seat in the living room, and start sketching furiously. Looking between each other in bewilderment.

"They were nasty-looking." He mused quietly.
Alan was excellent at anything that involved drawing. Writing? Horrid. Singing? Abominable. That was all Alastair. But drawing? Stupendous. The sketch he procured and set on the kitchen table made Sep wonder, and fear for Ambrose. The thing that he'd drawn looked something like the cross between a hazmat suit and a astronaut's suit. It's visor looked tinted, and vertically wide. He caught his eyes lingering on their fingers-that were disconnected from their hands but seemed to stay in place, somehow.

"These guys were, like, eight feet tall?" Alan shrugged and looked at Al who then replied with,
"Absolute unit." Sep's breath was shivering now. He really hoped these...space-men didn't hurt
"Oh, yeah, and the stupid noise was terrible. It was like me singing but worse." Alan supplied. He swore softly and hurried to his room to grab his weapon; a war axe he'd stolen from an ancient skeleton in the Nebula Desert.

He needed to find Ambrose. Now. When he went back downstairs, he paused and saw Alastair with his bag and Switchblade sword-which he made himself and was very proud of.
"I'm coming with you. It might get rough and I don't need to lose another friend."

Sep grinned shyly and nodded as he left through the back door.
"Don't crush my zinnias!" They heard the plaintive wail from Alan and did well to step over his precious flowers.