#thread 31

The music might surround you, but you struggle to find yourself too moved by it. Or rather, any time you might begin to feel the urge to remove yourself from the wall you stand by, a wave of guilt would make itself known.

You sigh. A ball was meant to be a joyful thing, or at least hold the mimicry of it. Instead you pose an unprompted question to whichever unfortunate soul settled itself beside you.

“You don’t move, some guard or master’s gonna make it their business to make you move, man.”

Dhani knew when someone was wasted when he saw it. He didn’t know Dom hardly at all, but he wasn’t about to let him get beat over something he could help prevent. He had a feeling, with the way Dom had spoken, any attempt at touching him was going to be seen as aggressive and very unwanted.

Dhani held out a hand to help Dom up, wonder on what chance he had the other slave would actually take it. “C’mon. There’s nicer places to veg out.”

[text] It's good! It's a good thing this time! But you're still not gonna believe it.

[text] It's a good thing but I won't believe it...

[text] Are you pregnant? ;)

[text] Hey man! Yeah I did. Why is he giving you shit?

[text] He's really okay, he's just a salty old man.

[Text: Dhani]: Why are you inviting strangers to my house when you're not even here???

[text] I needed the company. I only popped out for a second.

[text] Good for you for leaving your room though.

[text] And they're not strangers. They're my friends. It's not my fault you don't care to know more people.

Text: No, not really. I mean

Text: Can I come over? I could really use you.

@dhanilyman

Dhani biked over. He still had his key, so Quinten didn’t need to leave the door unlocked but they usually did. It was rare something messed up happened at Quinten’s place or that anyone’s homes were actually invaded. Dhani let himself in and sought out the cats he’d been missing, petting and cuddling them for a bit before going to the living room and laying on the couch.

He’d done his fair share of crying and grieving and raging over Leib’s death in the last few days. And now that Leib was back and just... It was hard to describe. Dhani knew he should be home, looking after his master especially now. But it was hard to do that when Leib wouldn’t so much as open the bedroom door to speak to him. Dhani had to keep reminding himself Leib needed time to adjust.

Quinten decided that he would drive over. He needed the time to think and pacing at home wouldn't have done much. He needed to have something else to focus on so driving and shopping was a good place to start. The island was in chaos. He wasn't entirely sure why they thought this had been a good idea. Well...that wasn't true. They loved seeing people in pain, but he thought it made more enemies than anything else. If they wanted compliance, he wondered if they had really achieved it.

[text] I'll manage. I'm not the one who died.