closed starter for @bastardsunlightβs Dirk Gently
The Rowdy Van was silent for the first time in a long time. This was mostly due to very few of the Rowdyβs actually being in it, namely one. Vogel had been left to watch the guy while the others went off, looking for food for Panic Boy. Wasnβt usual that eating Britishβs energy knocked him out. Or maybe heβd been tired when they found him. They werenβt sure. They didnβt particularly care. Martin had said to load him up outta the sun, and theyβd done just that, laying him gently between the two benches in the back.
Vogel stood over the man, one foot on each bench, turning the golf club over in his hand slowly as he watched the guy as he slept. It was hard to say what fascinated him so much. Heβd seen the guy tons of times before, when they ate his energy. Still didnβt know his name; still didnβt care, either. But... something about him... his cleanliness... His particular smell.
On purse impulse, he reached a hand down and poke the guyβs face a little, genuinely curious as to what would happen. When the answer came backΒ βnothing,β he opted instead to swat at his face.
