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@pitcharm     [a look of pure discomfort was etched along her features,   and she seemingly didn’t have the effort to even at least try and hide it.   upon his ministrations,   she proceeds to sit down with him——    and even then,   she was swallowing hard at another wave of nausea,   which wasn’t as bad as before,   yet still uncomfortable]    more than i’ve eaten in my entire life,   maybe it’s acid reflux..   i don’t know.    or just an upset stomach from how  /much/   i ate.   i have ginger ale in the fridge,   i think i’ll be fine by tomorrow 

@grlf4ilure    no,  no it’s okay! [it’s the last thing he’s concerned about.  if there was anything to be worried about,  it was her and whatever was making her sick.      he reaches for her,  guiding her to sit with him.]      did you..  eat anything?

@pitcharm     ..  don’t,     it’s already embarrassing enough to    (…)    throw up,   never mind in front of people 

@grlf4ilure     i thought it was suppose to purple..   ?      [she exchanges a look with the other girl,  before shrugging.]   close enough,  who’s going to taste it?    we could get joey to do it.   

@waltinst       i don’t actually no,    but i don’t think it would be bad if it’s blue..   ?

@grlf4ilure:          GO?  go——, go where?  [the doctor was now being dragged from the door, to which he had just entered. now, dragged out from there in the seconds to which he just had access to.]  slow down, i really can’t run. this is horrible for me, i know——surprising. but you know, asthma and all. 

@keta-mine        uhh…     i don’t have time——    we need to go,    NOW!!

@brrrat      wh ——   did you just say dino footprints?     

@grlf4ilure sorry..  [he somehow feels guilty about that, and isn’t so sure if he should or not. It wasn’t like he was asking her to go with them. then again,   they were almost always either monster slaying or ghost hunting——who could say no to that?  The pencil in his hands is left, along with the papers of rough sketches of the old withered finger gin found.  it could belong to anything——from a werewolf to something they’ve never actually seen before.   he settles beside her slowly,  cautiously more than anything else,  rich blues studying her profile]     you can..   miss a few stake outs.   you know that right?    wind down..  get some sleep,  eat something maybe. 

@pitcharm     hm?    yeah,   i’m fine.     parents are giving me a hard time about being out till two in the morning.     annoying,    but it’ll pass

@grlf4ilure    " i never worked the case. i don't know who, what, or why it happened——but i am sorry that it did. "  doctor barlowe replies, there's an ounce of guilt that plagues him. there's a bit of pressing matter that stresses the agent internally, but he wouldn't let that show.  " i can't show you the file,  but a lot of reasons why these killers go crazy as you say is because something snapped inside of them. a lot of it comes from genetics, it's what begins it. our environment is what makes some of us pull the trigger, maybe something happened during the camp——made billy feel different than he had before. maybe felt that way past the camp but just   ..   never acted on it. "

@keta-mine      you  /don’t/  understand.   i was there,    seven years ago at that camp.    i survived,   and nobody told me anything.    they couldn’t piece it together why billy went crazy——    but the file has to know,    right?    there has to be an explanation for it

@grlf4ilure     " sometimes it's better to leave yourself with the memories of who they were, not who they are now. "  barlowe explains, brows knitting together. the understanding of wanting to know was something the doctor has felt all too well. yet, here he is the one to lecture about it.  " what do you want to know? "

@kimaquare       no,  no,   i would never.    it makes you feel better   (…)   only reason why i’m here?    i ran from the questions,    well..   my parents did.    but uh——    the name’s sandy..   sandra matthews

@grlf4ilure      uh..   yeah.    please don’t ask me any questions about..  yknow.  

@kimaquare       anderson——    vinny?    you’re uh..    an allentown kid,   right?    pennsylvania?

@pitcharm     run out of any ronnie excuses yet?   [it came off as a joke,   but when it came to that kid?   even the least naive parent alive could not truly not put it against ronnie russo to do something insane.   a perfect excuse,   alibi,   scapegoat,    all of the above.   allowing the bandage wrapper and wash cloth drop to her feet on the carpet,   she now stood directly in front of him with a soft smile,   hands circling his neck]    no need to thank me,    anything for my favorite patient   (…)    but a bonus would be deeply appreciated,   i live off crumbs at the diner.    literal crumbs.     but as for you subtly trying to ask me out?   i’ll definitely go with you

@grlf4ilure        probably something crazy..   [he mentally ran the excuses by him.  each one sounding worse from the last.  from getting in between some one sided knife fight to walking into the sharp end of an broken pole.   each one just didn’t sound right,     and martha coleman wasn’t a blockhead either.      he’d squint just a little from the sting,  allowing his tense muscles to relax and slouch in his seat.  even in his pain,  like a lovesick boy he was smiling at her]   thank you,      nurse matthews..  i’ll tell your boss to up your pay dealing with me all the time..          orrr ..     the new town fair is back,    if you..   

@pitcharm   [she was quick to return,   but rather a first aid kit?   it was the necessities;   a wet and soapy cloth,   bandaids of all sizes,   and neosporin——   which was godsent in the matthews house,   from how many cuts and scrapes the twins would get.    before even attempting to clean the wound along his cheek,   she examined it with a quiet suck of her teeth,    more so out of sympathy]    yea..   that’s gonna leave a mark.    [she sighs,   using one hand to hold his head in place as the other seemed to gently dab the wet cloth along his injury,   making sure to be as gentle as she could while also cleaning it the best she could]    have any ideas on what you’re gonna tell your mom?    [she’d ask,   her lips pressing together as she moved to grab the neosporin and dabbed it along his cheek with her index finger.     it was a fairly quick process,   because almost immediately after she had stuck a rather large bandage onto his face,    giving his other cheek a gentle pat with the hand that held his head in place]     there——    all better.    we need to get you a helmet or something,    these monsters are always going after your pretty face

@brrrat      how dare he..   i’ll be your lawyer.   as far as i’m aware?    you’re innocent.    it’s not fun being treated like i’m some sort of..   fragile item that needs protecting——    but i get where he’s coming from and it’s appreciated.    wish i could do more though

@grlf4ilure        you’re   being  left  out  because you’re  dan-the-man’s  amazing  spectacular girlfriend  who  he  wants  safe——I’m  being  left  out  because  he  basically  called  me a wanted felon.      to.   my.   FACE.

@brrrat      hey,   whatever vote they orchestrated i took no part in.    but he definitely deserved it    (…)   hope he cries to his mommy about it.     but if it makes you feel better,    we’re both being left out so we can be miserable together,    i guess

@grlf4ilure      [he’s already smiling at her. and it grows more than possible at the sound of her voice.     danny takes it upon himself to sit on the very edge of the chair’s arm.  using his palm to keep himself stable]     that sounds rough..  i don’t think i can stomach that many warheads.   [he’s picturing it in his head.  the assortment of colors that somehow makes his tongue greenish brown,   the sour taste,    the sudden influx of saliva——it was enough to make his mouth water already,     and he hasn’t had any sour candy in two days!]    mom says it helps with stress.   when i was a fussy baby she would eat some to calm herself..     i kind of feel bad,    i mean i thought i was a decent baby boy but—— [a shrug, his weight leaning into hers.  he had to keep the convo going,  take her mind off of whatever horrors were tormenting her.  horrors that he couldn’t keep away,   and he hated that]      i turned out okay,      right?

@pitcharm     [while he had been off on his mission to retrieve her any kind of carbonated drink,    her main focus was trying to rid the very memories that would wake her up in a cold sweat for four years.    after all,   her hysteria was one of the main reasons why the matthews family decided to move states away..   to hopefully help their daughter heal and move on.    which was the case,   until she got wrapped up into this——   monster hunting,    in which she wouldn’t trade for the world.   she was careful with the full cup of lemon ginger ale once given to her,   leaning her head down to at least make sure it wouldn’t splash on her from one subtle movement.   it was sour and fizzy,   what she liked.    also taking the sour candy into her grasp,   she pops a few in her mouth]    y’know——    when these..   attacks,   or whatever you wanna call it,   happened when i was younger..    i would suck on maybe seven warheads?   one day——   it got so bad i was banned from candy for two years.    super worth it though,    that and warheads are delicious 

@grlf4ilure   ║▌ ⭑    okay..  uh——wait here   [HE KEEPS HER STEADY UNTIL HE WAS SURE SHE COULD SIT UP ON HER OWN.   ROUNDING  THE COUNTER WHERE THE DRINK DISPENSER WAS.   IT WAS ONLY AT THE ARCADE WHERE  YOU COULD FIND A CRAZY MIX LIKE LEMONADE GINGER ALE.   AND, ACCORDING TO HIS BOSS——IT WAS THE BEST FLAVOR GOING AROUND.  THANKFULLY,  IT WAS A SCHOOL DAY, AND THAT MEANT NOT MANY KIDS WOULD BE AROUND..   LESS KIDS MEANT MORE LEMON GINGER ALE.      HE GRABBED A DECENT  SIZED CUP,  ALLOWING THE DISPENSER TO FLOW UNTIL IT WAS FILLED TO THE BRIM,       RETURNING ALSO WITH SOME SOUR CANDY]    here.