[log] I Think We're Alone Now [semi-open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker!
Location: Bunker, Building 326 (high school), and Building 317 (hot shower house)
Date: Day 404-409
Summary: Goings on in the bunker post-event, and travel outside for House and Will. Brought to you by this cover.
Warnings: Please add them to subject lines, but likely body horror discussions, examination of vomit.

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[headjacked]

Jokes, Beckett! That’s a thing we do, remember? Sometimes?

[ Rhys sniffles and laughs again once he receives the Pats of Adulthood, swaying tiredly at the touch. And shivering, like, a lot. ]

Angel... k-kinda insisted, actually. Repeatedly, a-and with gusto. Hence the extremely reluctant trudging, and WOW — the way back was a lot colder then the way there. Or it felt colder, I-I dunno, I was rage-powered for the first leg...

[bookofnope]

Sometimes when I'm not trying to - [He bites his tongue there, because he doesn't actually want to reveal that he's trying not to fret over his baby girl's date like some kind of dad.]

Never mind. Let's get your jacket back before you fall over. Did Angel really - [He blinks, and blinks again. Okay Angel might have tried to send Rhys back for his own safety but Rhys would probably not have gone and also Enoch said that everything was fine and what other reason -]

... she's still with Squalo, is she? Someplace... nice?

[headjacked]

It's... nice in the sense that it's not currently crawling with monsters, the roof isn't caving in, they have things to eat, and th-the town isn't actively screwing with them? So? As nice as it gets around here?

[ With no jacket (prently) in sight, and Beckett being kind of (very) distracted by Angelfuss, Rhys shrugs off his backpack and digs through until he finds his beloved bathrobe, kept safe from the moisture outside. He bundles himself up and wraps his arms around his narrow frame. ]

They're fine, though, seriously. Def- definitely want to be alone.

[bookofnope]

[Welp.

Okay first thing first, namely, wrap Rhys in the blanketcloak on top of the bathrobe. Rhys clearly needs it more than Beckett right now and not just in the physical sense. They want to be alone. W E L P.

He'd been thinking it was going there. He just didn't think it would be so fast. Truly the despair of the apocalypse is upon them?]

Well. I suppose we have to forgive Angel for being... enthusiastic? Distracted? Unsure of the etiquette of the situation?

[He's not thinking immediately of sharkfucking but yeah maybe he is.]

[headjacked]

[ This is turning into a LOT of fabric weighing a very tired noodle-man down. TO compensate he leans against a wall, sliding down inch by inch.

Oh, Beckett. He knows exactly where your mind is, because his mind went there too. He is, in fact, waaaaay ahead of you. Talking about it openly is... questionable? For a lot of reasons. The biggest being that handsome blue elephant (sometimes? but not lately??) in the room.

Though... him not being around for so long? It lowers the guard day by day. ]

Of course we have to! Please, Beckett, don't -- don't embarrass her more than you already do.

[bookofnope]

[The noodle should be sitting down anyway. Slide, noodle, you have endured so much.

Beckett scoffs. It's actually a grin don't tell anyone.]

I'd say I'm not embarrassing, but I do understand my dictated role in all of this. [What kind of liberated teenage rebellion would Angel be having if it didn't involve embarrassing a parental figure? One that isn't likely to cause her best friend to have a aneurysm.

An aneurhysm if you will. Tread carefully, Beckett.]

Just don't feel hurt. I know she still loves you best. Just a different kind of love.

[headjacked]

Who, me? I'm fine! Maybe... slightly, and on-only SLIGHTLY annoyed over how fast she started chewing me out for fighting with Hair Boy. And I use 'fighting' in the loosest sense, con-considering he just slapped me around for daring to question his methods.

[ Sniffle!! An indignant sniffle! ]

But that's in the p-past, I'm totally over it.

[ A still-indignant pile of noodle, now, as his butt makes contact with the floor. There may be a very audible THUNK as incredibly bony ass meets ground. ]

[bookofnope]

Just slightly. I see. [Okay so as part of the parental duties he's probably not supposed to make fun of Rhys for his reaction to being effectively kicked out of his sister's bedroom because she's brought a boy home. He is kind of on board with being annoyed about Squalo slapping Rhys around? They will have to have a conversation about what it means to be Part of This Family. Since this is his life now.

Check it out, Rhys. There's a dadpire hand on your hair. It's super affectionate.]

I suspect Angel is at the stage where she's desperately trying to look cool to her cool new - friend. [No aneurhysm pls.] It'll pass. She'll feel very stupid for having ever done it.

[headjacked]

[ It's such a simple gesture. Should mean nothing, nothing at all.

It's very apparent in RHys' face that it means the world. That hand. His head. Rhys tries and fails to contain himself, though the attempt is admirable. Months ago he may've gone for another hug. Now, he clenches his fists and smiles, and that is all.

Externally. ]

I don't want her to feel stupid, ever. She's a flippin' genius, y'know. And she's allergic to credit for it, which means I'm gonna shout it to the digital-heavens or whatever, forever.

[bookofnope]

[Well. If it's so simple, Beckett is hardly going to deny him. He knows all about craning into a warm touch and letting it fill you. His hand is in no hurry to move.]

We both know it. But I, from the height of my decrepit old years, also know that she is a young woman who was - hm - not sheltered. But limited in her experiences. Especially of friendship. [and other things but shhhhhh]

So some ridiculousness is as per course. Better keep your shouting for when she needs the reassurance.