Resident Disappointment

andy here again with another child! aka the exact opposite of clara. like this if you’d like to plot with palmer!

eden side-eyed the other as she half listened to the story being said to her. she made a mental note to go chew out the DJ for not having the music loud enough to play off that she couldn’t hear his story. “this” she said motioning to his neck, “is totally killing my buzz- also it giving me that one jet li movie vibes where as soon as his collar is off he like kills people and stuff so.”

brows knit into a furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip, giving a shrug of his shoulders, “that’s not my problem. sounds like it’s not a good enough buzz then if it can be squashed by little ol me.” digby ran a hand through the locks that had fallen into his face.

“well, can’t say i’ve ever heard that one before.” a soft chuckle falls past lips, examining the collar in question for a brief moment. “i have my doubt she’ll even remember.” he shakes his head. “she’ll wake up and wonder where the hell it’s gone.” he takes a sip of his own drink. “i think it suits ya, personally. pretty cute.” 

“I KNOW? hi, drunk girl returning,” they giggled, taking a sip from their own cup of fruity drink. with a quick hand, they tugged gently at the choker. “i think you rock it, you know? and it’s not like you have a leash attacked, so you’re more like a cute collared dog. i’ll take a back in a few minutes, my ex is here and he thinks it’s cute to tug on my jewelry for some reason.” a dramatic sigh leaves her, and they attempt to share a significant look with the other.

“Do I think she’s coming back? Nah, man, I think she won a bet. I wonder what her prize is for getting that thing on you- I wonder if she had a time limit like, ‘bet I can get some dude to put this on in under a half-hour’ or something, I wonder why she chose you as her target,” he mused with a chuckle, “I think you’ve been played, my dude,”

BROWS KNIT INTO A FURROW FOR A MOMENT, he was crossfaded so his thought process seemed to be slower before the realization dawned on him, “oh fuckkk. you think? she seemed genuine though. just a little scattered.” but jd’s explanation seemed more likely, pushing back his hair before shrugging his shoulders, “whatever, i actually think i kind of rock it. though it’s kind of itchy.”

“Fun? Uhhh, yeah, it’s kinda fun. Well, it should be. It would be if I had a bit more time. Though that’s mostly my fault,” she said, rambling as she often did when she didn’t feel in control. 

“LEMME GUESS, master procrastinator too?” digby said with a chuckle, pushing his own journals aside so that she had more room to place down her articles, “so what exactly are you working on?”

“pfft–” nick grinned at the thought of himself actually putting that thing on. “i don’t know where it’s been,” he chuckled. “you just wanna see the damn choker on me, eh?” he took another swig of his beer and, to his dismay, it was empty. his eyes traveled the room. “are there anymore or…”

nick leaned closer to the boy, examining the collar in a jokingly serious fashion. “mmm,” he leaned back and took a swig of his own beer. “bit kinky, isn’t it?” he strained to keep his expression serious, still playing along. in all honesty he didn’t know if the lad was fucking around or being entirely serious.

“SO THIS DRUNK GIRL came up to me and asked me to hold her choke collar for her. she put it around my neck so i wouldn’t lose it...” brows scrunch into a furrow as he shook his head before taking a sip from the beer in cup, “i feel like a fucking dog on a leash. think she’s coming back for it or nah?”