#nekrotize

      “   shut up.   ”    definitely wasn’t the best way to answer his woes.  then again  ,  he’s come to accept the fact his capacity for sympathy wasn’t nearly substantial.   he damn well knows rudi is aware of it  ,  too.  a sigh slips from his lips  ,  a hand glides through messy locks.  he’s searching for words he isn’t sure how to say.  he tries nonetheless.   “   yer just overreactin’  ,  rudi.  look at it  ...  like this  ,   ”   the hand falls from his hair and gestures between them  ,  “   you haven’t ruined this  ?  far as i’m aware you haven’t ruined any lives with yer appetite lately either.  relax.  you’re overwhelming your damn self.   ”    

@nekrotize.

     CLEARLY HE’S HAD A LONG DAY  ,  or week  ...  however long he’s kept his shop closed.  after a few hours of absence time just seemed to  blend  together.  he’s got a cigarette in a questionably stained hand   ,  red coated digits slowly bringing up his cigarette to his lips.  “    rudi  ,  hey.   ”    a bleak  ,  raspy drawl  ,  “   raincheck.  i need at least two showers and five drinks.    ”

THERE’S  A  FAINT  LAUGH  AT  HIS  WORDS,     brows  arching  in  the  slightest.     aaliyah’s  had  her  fair  share  of  assholes  coming  into  the  bar  and  getting  drunk  which  seemed  to  turn  them  into  even  bigger  assholes.     hues  flicker  to  the  male  being  escorted  out  of  the  front  door  before  her  eyes  landed  on  the  male  in  front  of  her.       ❝     sorry  about  that.      i  wish  i  could  say  the  people  here  aren’t  usually  like  that  but  then  i’d  be  lying.     ❞

@nekrotize !

“Oh,  h--hey,  dude  ---”       he hadn’t heard Rudi come in, his attention drawn to preparing vegetables for dinner. Radio plays lightly in the background, drowning out the silence. Ben can’t stand it being silent, not these days. Settling the knife down against the chopping block, he’s moving to pull the fridge open.       “Emma’s  n--not  home  yet,  and  Astrid  is  r--running  late,  as  per  usual.  I  s--swear  she  has  got  no  sense  of  t--time.  You  w--want  somethin’  to  drink?”        He fusses about the fridge. It seems like the start of some obscure joke; an ex-hunter and a ghoul are about to sit down for family dinner.