#* dylan

"So, does this make you like... - not the killer or whatever?" Tyler wasn't exactly sure of what was happening. If the cops had asked him what he'd thought; he'd have said good riddance to Viktor Krumbag almost immediately - but then he'd been released. Was that really the wisest idea?

"Told you," the blonde quipped brightly as she popped her head out of the door that was most certainly previously locked, "no lines. call it a first-class frightfest." the closed off area of the haunted house had yet to be opened - too many kids around with hours still left before the adults-only portion of the night started. "you ready for your private haunted house tour?"

Her barefoot pushed gently against the wall of his trailer, pushing the hammock that they lay into a slow rock as the effects of the pill she'd bought from him began to sink in. All she really wanted was a little reprieve from everything else - all else. Even though she'd only met him a few weeks ago when he'd stumbled through the doors of the tattoo studio; he was already undoubtedly one of her favorite people - even without the drugs. "You think you could ever live in like, one of those off-grid communities? Even if they turned out to be a cult."

[Rhys @ Dylan Dunsmore 👶]: Do you have a minute that I can call you?