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the deputy ⸺ whoops! sheriff is putting on his big-boy pants & bravest ( still looking like a kicked fucking puppy ) face. it's hilarious! he can respect the effort, at least. kind of. it'd be so easy to break his façade of knightlihood ; really all it would take is to poke him a little too hard. ❛❛ oooooh , sheriff! ❜❜ he mocks with a wave followed by a snort. ❛❛ sheriff-shmeriff! news flash ⸺ i don't give a fuck what you are. the hell do ya do anyway, 'sides deepthroating donuts & pretending to protect people? ⸺ oink, oink, captain piggy! ❜❜ he gives a dramatic salute when his hand is moved from dewey's shoulder. ❛❛ yeah, that's the fun part! ends well for me, & you get to learn how to live without a limb or two. ⸺ man, that's fuckin' funny to think about, ❜❜ hell, he might make it happen just for shits & giggles. ❛❛ aw, are ya sayin' y'like looking into my eyes? got the hot for me, huh? shit, who's gonna break the news to wyatt? me or you? ⸺ & uh, i always clean up, fuck you very much. christ, my fuckin' bad if i miss a couple'a spots! ❜❜
oh he hates him, he hates him! wonders why the hell he is here and just does not leave. does wyatt really like him? does wyatt WANT him around? before, he was offended by habits words, now hes learned to ignore them. let them fall to deaf ears. "you know, its a misconception that all we do is eat donuts and nothing else." even if he wanted to be offended, dewey simply cannot take the other seriously anymore. now its his turn to roll his eyes, put hands on his hips and shake his head slowly with a soft sigh. this is THEIR house, wyatts and deweys, but its slowly but surely turning into habits own personal space. "sure." is all he replies, another sigh, slowly hes getting dizzy. now, now he waits, waits for habit to be done with his little monologue before he tilts his head to the side slightly. "are you done now? or is there more where that came from?"
SHE BLUSHES, head bowing at his compliment. it had felt good, chopping it all off in a moment of spontaneity, but she had wondered after if it was too drastic of a change. randy had assured her it was a good look but with dewey's newest stamp of approval she knew they were right, they always were. she looks back up at him with the pause, she knew it was different and the same for them all. there's no how to guide on surviving the attack of a serial killer. she offers a smile before nodding, she knew exactly where to go. ❛ yeah, there's this great burger spot. me and randy go all the time, it's right down the street. ❜
he offers his arm for her to hold onto, to link with his and walk with him. "burgers? sound good." he missed her, his friend, his sister. its been so long, and they had a lot to catch up with. they had a lot to talk about. "I'm glad randy is here at all times, youre not alone, then." suddenly, feels a weird sting of guilt inside of his chest and he presses his lips together for a moment, before opening them again with a soft pop. "I'm sorry i didnt come earlier, i was so busy and... recovery isnt a joke." she knows too, hes sure. dewey still wants to apologise. "i promise, i'll keep in contact this time around."
@cathydoll looks like hell, smells like hell, has been through hell, but all he can think of, when his hands come to clasp around her shoulders is HER! HER! his sister, the one he swore to protect. the house a bloody mess, dead bodies, crashed cars, neil prescott all tied up in a closet, and dewey in the middle of it. how did he end up here, when did this happen? he grabs her arms tightly, almost too rough, but his hands shake while he looks at her face. all bloody, her breath smelling of bile and her skin paler than usual. "where is she!" more a statement, a demand than a question. "where is tatum??" cathy surely saw her, she had to! "did you see her? please, WHERE IS SHE??"

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i hate this game
"I hope you like it." its not much, a little present. something he always does when he does have time to come around. brings her mother a pack of chocolates most of the time, and her, a book, a new CD... small things that remind him of @sk8grl. has known her since she was but a little kid, and he still comes to visit every now and then. likes to spend time with her, her family, like his own... "its a voucher for the new music store that opened in town," points at the little card he brought, gives her a smile. "i thought you might like it, i hope i was right."
its just the fact that dewey has a flask on him at all times. its the fact that he definitely got back to work with the woodsboro police after he left new york, but he was so sad and lonely that he started to go to work drunk... his reputation suffered greatly when he was let go... but he was so drunk, he didnt care.
"well, well, who do we have here?" stands there with hands on his hips. chin is dipped slightly to look @gnawd over the brim of his sunglasses. "trouble follows you, dont you think? this is the uh ... third time this week?" he shouldnt judge, but he does... a little. a hand reaches out for the other to take, wants to help them up and to their feet. "come on, lets get you home."
he watches dewey for a long minute before he approaches or says anything. just staring at a man who seems broken down, old, and defeated. that’s something finley could relate to. in fact, whether dewey saw it yet or not, they had a lot in common. maybe that’s why fin enjoyed the other man’s company so much, as reluctant as dewey seemed to be, even still. there can be harm in trusting others - dewey and the victims of woodsboro can say that with absolute fact - but fin decided he would be here when dewey decided he could trust him. ‘sorry, didn’t mean t’scare an old man,’ finely replies with a teasing grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe. he doesn’t want dewey to go, fin wants him to stay. but he can’t say that just yet - he’s aware that might make the other man leave faster. at the mention of getting a drink, finley perks up a bit, finally standing up tall and walking over to dewey, smile wider now. ‘yeah… yeah, let’s grab a drink. you can finally tell me all about your life and why you decided t’grow that mustache when you were younger,’ another joke, trying to lighten dewey’s mood, even a little bit. ‘you wanna drive, or d’you want me to?’
his heart still painfully beats against his ribcage, still tries to calm down from the scare. hand presses against his chest, and another deep breath is inhaled before he finally feels better. "you know, people my age have weak heartstrings." he too attempts to joke, but it doesnt feel good, nor does it feel lighthearted or genuine. he can see it, finley is excited that dewey asked him to tag along, at the question, his hand wanders into the inside of his jacket. flask he always carries around taken from it and he nods over to finleys vehicle. "you drive." has to take a sip, wipes over his mouth with the back of his hand. "i can tell ya all about the moustache, but i promise its not an interesting story."

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exit main character, enter guilt. the air in this room seems insufferable, hes unable to breathe and so he tries to hold it until he really cannot anymore. lets out a heavy sigh, and just hopes that the others wont pay much mind to him. it takes him a moment before he tries to make himself comfortable again. as comfortable as he can be, with a huge picture of randy staring down at him. "you know, randy suspected all of us too, but he was nicer about it." glances around the room, stops @scarymovi3s . "mindy's always this crude?"
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SHE LEANS INTO HIM AS HE REASSURES HER. her eyes close as she swallows hard. was she strong ? she knew he was, she knew randy was, but her ? part of her felt both lucky and cursed. the center of the storm and still unscathed. how many people had to die to prove a point that she was the root cause. her eyes open, tears threatening to stain her cheeks but she doesn't allow them to. not now. her brow furrows before she nods, hair brushing her cheek lightly before she pushes it back behind her ear. ❛ i can't lose you or randy, dewey. not to this... ❜ she can't bring herself to say it. to face the fact that for the second year in a row, she was the target of a serial killer.
"you wont!" and he tightens the embrace he has on her. hes right there, and there is no way in hell that he will leave. he would rather die than to leave her behind. how easy it would be, how much safer it would be, but how sad it would make him to not be by her side... and tatum, oh, tatum would have wanted this. she would would have wanted him to be right there: with sidney. and again, he pulls her into a hug, his arms hold her safe and secure against his chest and he rubs his hand up and down her back. how bad she must ache right now, dewey cannot start to imagine it. "we're with you... right here, sid." again, he assures her and means every single word he says. "nothing will happen to you, randy, or me... or gale." slowly, he pulls back and places a hand on her cheek, wipes at tears, gives her a smile, as genuine as he can muster right now. "you trust me, dont you? we got this, sid."