#margocolby

“…Fuck.” It was still… so hard to think about Nate. And Oz, at least, could not talk of Otto without his older brother’s shadow lingering over him.

“Growing up, Otto was just ‘Nathaniel’s little brother’ to me. I liked him well enough but I… I knew how Nate felt. Maybe I was the few people who put Nate on the Ballantyne pedistal as opposed to Otto. Maybe that was my appeal.” ugh. “– I remember Nathaniel would grumble when his parents would force him to let Otto tag along with us but I never minded. It’s funny how you forget things from your childhod until something random happens – like when you’ve been drinking and you’re sentimental – and everything comes flooding back. It’s not like Otto and I talk much now but I still remember… the weight of him on my back. I mean, it made sense for a 5-year-old to get tired trekking through the woods, and Nate definitely wasn’t going to carry him. I didn’t mind the piggy back rides. It was always just me at home, so maybe I enjoyed having Otto around sometimes, even if he’d complain or whine or fall asleep on my back. It’s like how I felt with Inseong, I guess, like I had a little brother for the day…

I should see how Otto’s doing.”

☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm

kiki had KNOWN that not grabbing a jacket on her way out of her apartment that morning had been a MISTAKE. but she’d been running late, as per usual. really, she’d wanted to skip the class altogether — because, honestly, it was kind of FUCKED UP that st. e’s refused to give them a break in the first place, given the current circumstances. the current circumstances, of course, being SUFFERING. 

people were dying. people were being kidnapped. people were having their lives ruined by a completely unhinged sociopath who had stolen a dead girl’s blog. but, of course, if kiki missed another day of her VICTIMOLOGY class, she’d fail. and then she was out of time to fail. she needed to pass her classes, needed to graduate, needed to get the FUCK out of ashmont. so she dragged herself to campus.

the trade-off, of course, had been the jacket. and, as though the world around them was able to sense the cold, despairing sort of dread that had crept over every other aspect of their life, it was fucking FREEZING out. silent and tucked in the back row of the lecture hall, kiki didn’t think that anyone had even noticed her practically shivering as she scribbled down her notes. 

but then… then MARGO COLBY, of all people, was leaning her direction, her soccer jacket clutched in her palm, extending it to her in a wordless offer. kiki eyed it for a moment, brows furrowed in a mixture of surprise and complete confusion. another chill running up her back made any second-thoughts cease and she took the jacket, thankfully, tugging it over her head. she sighed under her breath the moment she was enveloped in the warmth, finally offering a smile in margo’s direction. 

“thank you,” she whispered, genuinely, gratefully. “i appreciate it, really.”

Really Sutton couldn’t say shit about Otto being out after curfew when he himself was wandering around in the middle of the night too. But still. It seemed like scaring the crap out of people ran in their family.

“Shit!” He hissed head immidiately turning up to the goddamn sky before returning his gaze to the man in front of him. A long exhale, “..god damn it..” Why were there no street lights around here? “– Wassup, Otto?” Considerng he had just fnished with a… business transaction and was on his way to update invetory he figured he had some time for a breif break. His figers balled into fists then released, sucking on his bottom lip in thought before making a decision, “…I’m not trying to get caught by Ashmont P.D. tonight. So if you want to hang,” code, “I say we head to whoever’s place is closest. We always seem to find something to do.” A shrug, not that he thought Otto wouldn’t take him up on his offer. “– Up to you player.”

“margo colby is… you know what, let me just say it. margo’s, like, really fucking hot. i don’t even feel bad saying it because that’s just an objective FACT. i mean, besides that, i don’t know her all that well. we’re in the same program so i’ve had a couple classes with her, seen her around campus and stuff. and, uh. i mean, there are rumors about her. people talk… say stuff… but, like, my whole fucking life story is just people saying shit about me when they think i’m not there to hear it. people think i’m a whole nutcase, too, so… who am i to talk, really?”

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“i don’t know if this is unpopular or not but i wish people would stop shitting on things people like just in an attempt to be funny or whatever. like yeah, people can be cringey or whatever, but if they’re having fun and not hurting anyone, who cares.”

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