Pencil Scribbles

"Well, I used to suck his dick to let us stay here, but, you know," Blitz gestures at Stolas. "Can't anymore."

"Appreciated," Stolas says dryly.

"So, yeah, can't do all that shit, and put food on the table and get my own stuff. But it's not that big a deal anyway, I'm fine."

"Uh huh," Loona says, having put her phone down midway through the conversation to pinch the bridge of her snout. "Right. And uh, out of curiosity. What meds are you supposed to be on, dad?"

"You know, I don't actually know." Blitz comes out with another round of fried eggs, tipping it onto empty plates. He taps the pan on his horn thoughtfully, somehow not seeing Moxxie with his head in his hands muttering something under his breath and Stolas' one-hundred yard stare. "I mean, the therapist's house burnt down a week before she was meant to hand me the prescription, so I- huh. She never did tell me what was wrong with me. Damn. What a fucking waste of money, should have just bought the unicorn merch-"

He walks back into the kitchen, still rambling, not acknowledging the people staring at him as he goes.

They trade glances.

-

"Okay, so, this should be the right place," Moxxie says, pushing open a door. "The lady's office did burn down, but according to her reviews, she's shifted business to another location and got the client who burnt her house shot. Over seventy times. And then stabbed."

"File cabinet!" Loona calls out from a side room. "Fuck, how many patients does this woman have?"

"Maybe we should consider a business change," Stolas mutters, looking at the gold plaque on her desk. "Or a side gig."

"Less talking, more sorting!" Millie says, slamming a box down on her desk. "Oh. Never mind. She's- she's pretty sorted already, wow. Let's see, B- b- b- Barbara, Bilon, Borshawesh, Blue, Blitty, Blitz! Huh, that was qui-"

The others stop putting the boxes back to stare at her.

"Millie?" Moxxie says tentatively. "Honey, your eye is twitching."

She takes a deep breath, looking at the ceiling, fingers tightening on the file. "This dumb fucking bitch."

"What, what is it?" Stolas hurries over, grabbing the paper. "What the fu- ANTIPSYCHOTICS? Mild Bipolar Disorder, ADHD meds, what- he's supposed to be on all this?"

"And medication for schizophrenia , if the hallucinations he was talking about in the last session were real," An imp at the door says, flicking on the light. She barely flinches at the screams. "Although that could just be drugs, who knows."

"Oh, uh." Moxxie says, rubbing his head with a grimace. "Are you... the therapist? Sorry about breaking in."

"Juna, yes." She shrugs. "And don't be. I've had a lot of break-ins in my time, but you might be the first lot to actually just try the front door. Kudos to you, I was wondering if anyone would ever notice that it wasn't locked."

"Right, um," Stolas walks up to her, holding up the papers. "Any chance you can give us a prescription for these? This seems... a bit outdated."

"Sorry," She sighs. "The rules are rules- client has to come to me for at least a month to sign the form. He stopped coming on day twenty-nine, so no can do."

Loona holds up the file. "You got all this within a month?"

Juna raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you?"

"Touche." Stolas mutters. "And- what exactly is the going price for these medications?"

Juna looks up at him and opens her mouth.

Millie pulls the door to the van closed, joining the rest as they stare at the road, watching the cars go by in silence.

"Side gig," Stolas says finally.

All Husk had to do was hit Angel with this move and everything would've been fine. 😔