@cursedbound     :
            shit.     i’ll  swing  by  and  check  on  her.

she’s  at  home.   nick  texted  me  saying  carson  showed  up  at  their  house—   he  didn’t  say  what  exactly  happened,   but  she’s  pretty  shaken  up.

@cursedbound     :
            no,     i  haven’t.     why?     what’s  wrong?     where  is  she?     what  happened?

[  her vision became faltered as her breathing became heavier. she attempted to stand from her seat but only leaning against the counter as she lost her balance. it was crazy how they went from having a conversation to her blood sugar dropping suddenly. she forced herself to focus  ]  the small purple pouch— it’s in the front. it’s my insulin. 

**     her  bag

@theirbait     :
            your  bag?     your  bag—     shit!     [     he  got  himself  over  to  his  bag  and  back  to  her  as  fast  as  he  could  with  his  injuries.     ]

i know, right? let’s sit? i’m sure you’re tired of standing already. 

@theirbait     :
            well—     that’s  even  better,     actually.

you should know i’m very anti-cigarettes. weed only.  [  she slings her bag over in front of her, pulling out a ziplock bag of pre - rolls  ]  

@cursedbound     :
            i’m  sorry!     it  was  an  accident!     is  she—     like  is  she  okay?     

[   her  eyes  went  wide,   especially  as  the  doll  made  a  noticeable  “thump”  noise  along  the  floor,   which  caused  a  shrill  gasp  to  emit  from  her  lips,   quickly  reaching  down  to  pick  the  voodoo  doll  up  off  the  ground.   ]    hey!    you  just  dropped  my  mom!   don’t  you  dare  touch  her  again.

@cursedbound     :
            [     somewhat  startled  by  the  information,     and  suddenly  too  aware  of  his  grip  on  the  doll,     he  dropped  it.     his  eyes  went  wide  as  he  stared  down  at  the  doll  that  had  hit  the  hardwood  floor.     ]     oh  my  fucking  god—     did  i  just  kill  your  mom?

@theirbait     :
            you  are  to  fucking  stay  away  from  him,     val.     i  mean  it,     do  you  hear  me?

.. where is he? what does he look like? 

@theirbait     :
            he,     is  the  generous  and  lovely  young  man  who  kept  me  locked  in  his  basement  and  tortured  me  for  five  days!   :)

@theirbait     :
            /     YOU  MADE  MINE  !!  IM  GOOD,     HRU  ??

**             AHH YOU JUST MADE MY NIGHT!  <33  HRU

@theirbait     :
            /     I  MISSED  THEM  N  YOU  !!     I’M  SORRY  I’M  HERE  <33

what?   who  said  something?   i  know  i  didn’t..   aha—

@cursedbound     :
            can’t  say  what—   ??

and  i  will  twist  / you /  if  you  do  it  again.   physically  and—   i  can’t  say  that.

@incautum     :
            its  nachos!     with  a  few  extra  toppings.

@rockcursed   ,      it’s  making  me  feel  sick  just  by  looking  at  it. 
            

@incautum     :
            this?     this—     is  a  masterpiece!

you need to be more careful.  [  her tone was more stern than usual but only because she was worried. she felt bad but continued to help him inside  ]  okay, let’s go into the office. you can sit there. 

@theirbait     :
            oh  you  know—     just  stupid  shit.     nothing  too  exciting,     though.     [     he  slung  an  arm  around  her  shoulders  to  try  and  limp  inside.     ]

jesus—  [  she hurried to his aid, helping him inside but careful to not accidentally touch his wound  ]  that didn’t answer my question. what happened?