wanderlust » smplive au

chapter x - fucks not found

living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see-
it's getting hard to be someone,
but it all works out,
it doesn't matter much to me...

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Cautiously heading out of the shop, he straightened his position in his new clothing. His hair was swept to one side, still hugely curly but slightly less of a mess. A subtle silver necklace hung down on top of his floral yellow and orange shirt, which was slightly loose thanks to the leather belt he wore for his shorts. Chains clung from the belt onto the hips of the ripped jean shorts. Lastly, three silver bracelets were on his left wrist.

Sincerely, he was clueless as to whether the sight of him was pleasant or not.
Smiling to himself and looking down, he dragged up his luggage onto his shoulder. It was still daylight, somehow he'd managed to take more than half an hour inside the salon. It took him a while to realise that he also had leather sandals and white painted nails, and very soft and thin blush over his cheeks.

I spent over $80 dollars. I've been here for an hour.
He shrugged, it was time to focus on happiness anyway.

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Surely said boy had been around the entirety of the city, it felt like he'd explored every underdog and alley of every corner. It didn't take long to spot the hotel, glimmering in the afternoon sun, yet he'd chosen to stay around outside much longer.

Collapsing on the bed, he opened his Instagram to meet with thousands of replies.

Soon, it'd already started dawning on him; the exhaustion covered in the adrenalin of the journey. Since it was that time of the year, the sun was already drooping down the horizon. Enlightening the city, neon glowed out of the window onto his bedsheets, the Englishman concluded that he's spent over three hours in the dark, to the less of his concern. Fairly frequent occasion.

Erroneously drained, he reached for the room keys anyway. Launching himself out, he flipped the curtains and pulled on a long, sleek jacket.

Locking the door behind himself swiftly, he sprinted down to the main lobby.

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[ irl switch ]

A miniature spring bubbled at the edge of the bushes, behind it a streaming and wild river, two logs towering over it coincidentially.

"Carson where the fuck are we?" Schlatt exclaimed hotheadedly, crossing his arms in a stubborn manner.
"I'm as confused as you! I've literally no idea." Carson lifted his hands by his sides and raised his eyebrows as if held gunpoint. "I'm afraid we're going to have to cross this river." Ted interrupted, ready to make his way across the bushy area.

"Well this is a-" Charlie started with a grin plastered on his face, yet already grabbed by the shirt by Joko, a fist aimed.

"Charlie I will not hesitate to gut you here and now. If you fucking dare..." He released the shorter man from his grasp, stepping back and brushing off his chest.
Suddenly, the man shrieked and crouched down, climbing over to a hidden object.
"M-my son?" He whispered, earning a few odd looks from Charlie and Ted, Wilbur just gaping mindlessly. "Is that you? Did the goblins trap you?"

Slowly circling, Schlatt peered over Joko's shoulder, a timidly revelated expression painting over his strict poise.

"My son... You have made your return. You are a legend at heart. I must claim you, my son." The American uttered, desperately grasping at his sides for bushes, supposedly seeds. He outstretched his arm to his "son" and the parrot clasped at it, obtaining another excited shriek from Joko.

Wilbur's smile glittered as he whispered, "I love parrots so much, I remember having one." He crouched next to the dirty blonde, smoothing down the green parrot's smooth feathers.

"What's his name?" He questioned.
"My son. Because he is sick." Joko said seriously, still having a serious and dazzled expression.
Behind them, Carson tried beyond human depth to not cackle, startling the parrot was the last thing they all wanted.

Out of the bushes, the two men arose, with Son perched on the black hoodie of Joko, who looked as if he discovered America.

"My son... He is sick." He repeated.

"Joko you know what you're the fucking parrot here." Schlatt snorted.