#parkerthreads

who: Parker and Colt ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )

Parker was in the middle of saying something when they paused to take a drink from their cup, having forgotten about it til now. The change to their face was almost immediate. It went from confusion to a scrunched up face in revolt and shake of the head "I think I got someone else's."

who: Parker and Lizzie ( @lizzievelnias )

"They're cool, right?" Parker grinned as he stood eying over the creations made by G that were for sell. "My friend makes them. G" they lifted a hand to point to where G was in the process of helping someone else out with a purchase. "that's him. He's cool. He's a ghost."

who: Parker and Ty ( @ambercast )

Parker stared at one of the paintings, their eyes moving over it again and again. Sometimes focusing longer on a spot before moving onto a different one. It was like they were caught in a trance, trying to absorb it. After a moment they broke their silence, "do you think your sister would like this one?"

who: Parker and Jerico ( @backmaskcd )

"Whoa" Parker said as he got distracted by some of the preserved insects. "These are cool. Jer! Jerico! Come look. Do you think Lucy would like one of these?" he asked, having a mission to get something for each 'super' important person to him.

who: Parker and Helena ( @violenttempest )

Parker moved to stand quickly when the other came over to the small two seat table in the cafe. "Sorry, I - they called your order and I saw you at this table earlier, but when they called it you weren't here so I thought you might have gone to the bathroom or something and weren't out to hear them, so I brought it over, and then I thought I should stay til you got back to make sure no one took your drink or tried to mess with it. I didn't mess with it. I can go now."

Parker had settled into the booth at the back of the diner some time ago, ordering just a milkshake because he was certain he'd eaten something earlier. They had not. The milkshake hadn't even been drank halfway before a lack of sleep the past couple nights had taken over and they moved to lay down in the booth. He closed his eyes and let the dark consume him, quickly falling asleep.

How long Parker had been outside in the West Virginia winter without a sweater or jacket on he wasn't even sure. He was too concentrated on the squirrel that he'd found dead and was in the process of dissecting even as his hands were starting to sting and grow numb from the cold. They hummed and muttered to themself as they worked, too lost in their own head to even notice they weren't alone anymore.

@crazedhatesoul

Parker didn't say anything as Vincent guided them to sit. He was still trying to breathe as they were being asked to look at the man and breathe along with him. "I ca-I can't - I can't - " they shook their head "I'm sor-sorry. Are pe-people look-looking? Can you make them-make them sto-stop" he asked, voice and body both shaking, feeling like people were looking at them. Staring. Judging. They always hated the judging looks.