#hexship

also consider this: mel, sevika, lest

they deeply fascinate me

It wasn't visible at first. It was the usual routine, the band had been doing their practice, and some things had gone wrong there. Dex had complained as he usually does, but the part when they noticed something was off were when he wasn't being yelled at by Hemlock. The rebel punk had been very quiet for being him, and had hardly spoken with anyone, not even Arora. As soon as the rehearsal were over had the skullhead rebel been quick with leaving the area, probably gone back to his quarters. But for some reason were the cyborg not sure about it actually happening. And here he is now, standing outside the door to Hemlock's room, and Dex rise his hand, hesitating and wondering why the fuck he is caring before he knocks three times on the door. "Hey, dumb###, stop sulking and open the door. I know you're in there... !" He says that with a annoyed tone in his voice and waits for the regular cursing back towards him that is the common thing happening in the Encore. But he hears nothing. No yelling, no trashing the place around. Nothing at all. "... Numbskull? Idiot? Rebel trash?" No reactions to that either. What the fuck? Dex decides to open the door to the room, and he is met by the regular mess that is Hemlock's way of keeping it all "nice and organized", or he won't find his things. He lashed out a lot on Dex himself when he one time tried to clean up there, because his own tidy side took over, not handling the clothes that were everywhere, and cans and bottles, and forgotten glass. And let's not forget the syringes. The man looks around. And he sees Buzzkill laying on the bed, and the blankets being spred over the furniture and... Is the blanket heap moving? "What the actual ####?" Dex gets closer, and pokes the blanket heap. And he can hear a faint mumble from underside of it, and some stirring is visible too. Soon are Hemlock's hands emerging from the bedlinen and they are showing the middlefingers that are aimed for Dex...That's not really new. "#### off..." Hemlock's voice sounds more rough and gruff than usual, it making Dex frown. It doesn't sound good. At the same time doesn't it make sense at all, but since when has anything been logic when it comes to Hemlock? "You sound like s###." Answers Dex calmly to Hemlock while he tries to remove the blanket from the rebel, him instead grabbing a firm hold of the fabric and holding onto it like his life depends on it. "Go away... ! Why are you even here? Go and fix... Your perfect song... Or stupid hair... !" Dex is stubborn, and not giving up, fully ignoring what Hemlock is saying. "Stop being a damn... Stubborn... Child... !" Dex pulls off the blanket, and gets a glance of Hemlock who angrily sits up, and glares at him. But not with the usual sharp irritation. His movements are more sluggish and he seems to be more tired and exhausted. Not that it is visible on his facial features, or the lack of them. But the mohawk is ruffled, which is a bad sign. More than it is after a big afterparty and/or a battle. "Leave me the #### alone..." And Hemlock was about to say something more, but proceeds by just falling on his back on the bed, and groaning. This makes the normally irritated Dex frown, more of concern this time. "No way... Are you sick...??" To be continued....