[Closed]King of Crazy

[dallas emery atkins]

"Nachos." Duskin said, and sat them on the table behind them. He glanced at their hands for a second, then walked back out the door, closing it behind him.

"I lo-.. okay, bye.." Dallas said quietly, not sure if she was hungry anymore. "Well, now you get hot nachos. Instead of cold ones." She said, taking a seat at the table. She reached over and grabbed a nacho, biting into it.

People can love you... His words echoed in her head, and she wondered if she wanted to be loved. It seemed like nothing but a hassle. She picked up another nacho, looking down at it. 'Deacon's gonna find love before me. And he can't even be touched.' She thought, eating the nacho slowly.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon watched Duskin leave just as quickly he had come, nodding when Dallas said he could actually have hot nachos. He knew how to workna microwave though, so at least not all of his meals were always cold. They were just always left over. He let go of her hand so he could take a seat, picked up a nacho and bit into it thoughtfully a moment, wondered if Chrystian was worried at all. Wondered if any of them were.

Nobody else had come looking for him yet... It wasn't like he would last long if left by himself unless he survived by feeding off of others. He picked up another nacho, leaning back in his chair.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas took a few more nachos, eating them all as slowly as she had started, before looking up at the clock. She drummed her fingers on the table, leaning back in her chair. She picked up another nacho, thought for a moment, then put it back, folding her hands together under the table.

"Dusk is gonna be getting off work soon, cause he had a short day today.. Then you guys can go and shop for clothes and I can go home and fix us dinner." She was honestly afraid her sister was still there, and would tear her to pieces, but she didn't know anything about shopping for clothes, and didn't want to be in the way.

[devon splyce parker]

"Okay," Devon murmured, finishing off another few nachos. He stretched, yawning softly as he glanced around the room. "I've never gone clothes shopping...Chrystian buys everything when he can." He gazed down at his clothes quietly. Not that it had ever mattered. No body saw you when you were locked in your room or stuck in the house like a prisoner.

He tapped at the table quietly, wondered what story they had settled on for the little boy he had killed. He felt no shame, no guilt, nothing towards the idea that he had eaten the kid.

[dallas emery atkins]

"Well, now you get to go with Duskin. He'll help you." She folded her arms across the table, laying her head down on them. 'And if I'm alive when you get home, it'll be a miracle.' She thought, closing her eyes for a moment. She heard a knock on the door again, and looked up as Duskin walked back in.

"Hey." She said, leaning back in her chair. "Can you go shopping with Devon? And help him pick out some clothes?"

"Yeah.. We're gonna have to switch cars, though, cause mine is full of papers and text books." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. She handed him her keys, taking his off of the clip on his belt.

"I'll make supper." She said quietly, walking over to Devon to hug him goodbye.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon wrapped an arm around her hesitantly, not used to the action at all. He glanced at Duskin again, but couldn't keep his eyes off those marks on his throat and arm. "Do they hurt..?" He murmured without much of a heartfelt goodbye to Dallas, waving with one of those awkward half smiles of his.

He picked up the nacho tray and tossed it in the trash, moving for the door, waiting silently for Duskin.

[duskin]

"I guess.." He said with a shrug. He walked out of the staff room, returning the key to the librarian. He walked across the street to Dallas' car, and climbed into the driver's seat. He started the engine, watching her drive out of the parking lot in his car.

"I'm gonna be pissed if she wrecks it." He said, pulling out of the parking lot, headed towards the mall. He got on the main road, and after awhile, pulled into the parking lot. He got out, leading Devon into the mall. "Same clothes as you got on, or something more edgy?" He asked.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon followed him into the mall, looking around. "I don't care...." He murmured softly, gazing around curiously. Eyes flicked over people for a moment, then lowering to the ground. He scuffed a shoe across it, eyeing Duskin again. He bit his lip, looked around yet again. As if he had never even been here before, didn't know what to think.

[duskin]

"Okay, well.." He thought for a moment, biting his lip. Then he lead him over to aeropostale, which was surprisingly empty. He drummed his fingers on his thighs, walking over to the jeans. He looked at his waist, realized he was a lot bigger than himself, and thought back with complete apathy to when the boy had attacked him. He picked up a pair of jeans, held them up to him, then held them out.

"Try those on." He nodded nodded the dressing rooms. He put his hands in his pockets, watching a girl pass by and gawk at his neck and arm. He looked away, leaning against a wall.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon followed him into the store. He looked around at the clothes a moment, turned when Duskin held out a pair of jeans. Gazing a him, he took the material and headed towards the changing room. Locking the door, he looked at himself in the mirror for a minute before removing his jeans and pulling the new ones on, zipping and buttoning them. Turning in the mirror, satisfied, he changed back into his old ones again and headed back towards Duskin again. "They fit."