[CLOSED] last resort?

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

She moved so she wasn't practically sitting on top of him. She played with the bag in her hand, then sat it on the grass beside her. She drew her knees up close to her, wondering if he had to get back soon.

"You know, you're really lucky.. I'd settle for the grim reaper if it meant I didn't have to be alone anymore. But when you're fucked up, that's a long shot." He ran her fingers down the scar trailing down her arm, her tattoo off by just the smallest bit. But she noticed because it was hers.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded. "Y-yeah, who would've known I-I'd ever find anyone else." He caused softly, the action shaking thin shoulders, hoped he wouldn't be missed before he could get back.

He didn't want Deacon worrying..it wasn't like he was getting high...just a deal, right? He knew it was still wrong though.

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

She smiled over at him, patting his leg gently. "You can't not find someone. You're too adorable. You're like one of those people that no one can not like." She pulled herself to her feet, grabbing her bag. She put it in her pocket, checking her phone again.

"I guess you need to be getting back, huh?" She asked, smoothing her skirt down over her knees.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor scoffed. "Lies," He insisted, coughing again and clearing his throat.
He stood slowly, zipping his backpack up and hauling the ratty thing over his shoulders. Surprised Deacon hadn't taken it. Then again, his only belongings beside his guitar were within.

"S-same time in two weeks o-or not?" He murmured. They both knew with him two weeks could be never, that his sick body decided on every minute of the day, of the future. Hell, he could be dead in two weeks. He had told this familiar stranger everything.

[aubri 'bee' ella-paige reed]

She nodded, not sure if she would last two weeks. But she had last bag for nearly a month. Maybe it was because she had worked nonstop for the last month, but she had made it last.

"You're gonna talk to him? Please?" She asked, putting her hands her pockets. She looked him up and down, noticing that he used to be a lot more pale. And that he looked a little healthier than he had before.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Y-yeah..." He mumbled reluctantly. "I-I will.." And he would, for her sake. One of the few he could trust. What was he to do but take her advice.
Lips tilted up faintly and he turned, casting a look and a wave over his shoulder before beginning to slink across the parking lot and towards the woods. Once he was out of sight, he pulled off his backpack, and shirt, gazing down at the staples over his torso. Teeth gritting, he whimpered as dark, ratty feathered wigs tore through his back, easing up once they were out, slinking to the front door of Deacon's.