#threads; kit

the fact that wren even considered doing anything with kit was, frankly, a miracle in his eyes. wren was one of the hottest guys in town, and kit was... well,  and kit was frustrated, and horny, so whenever wren gave him the opportunity... he wasn’t exactly going to pass it up. their usual spot, at least in strawberry mall, was the single stall bathroom near the food court, where kit was currently pressing wren to the wall next to the sink, hands holding his face as they locked lips. the two of them were always a little bit fast, a little bit rough, but right now, a little high and a little hazy, he was just liking the feel of wren against him, of someone warm against him like this. he pulled back, leaning down to nip at wren’s neck and murmur, “do you think i smoked too much? i'm totally throwed.” 

kit was hiding in a corner of the chuck e. cheese, using the unlimited tokens to refine his street fighter skills. and, well, since he never went to the arcade, those skills were pretty piss poor. he all but jostled the machine as he lost this last round, cussing up a storm under his breath. just in time for erin to come into his field of vision, for him to shoot her a sharp smile. “need something, princess?” 

kit could never resist ragging on certain people, the kind who were easy to annoy. the kinds of people who, simply upon hearing the words roswell or second shooter or cryptid would burst a blood vessel. honestly, kit had way too much fun with that. and his favorite target, it just so happened, was also at this chuck e. cheese. he sidled up next to jodie with a smirk and a rum and coke in his hand, saying, “hey, i was wondering if you wanted to continue our conversation about aleister crowley from yesterday.” 

there was no question in kit’s mind that he was coming to the grand re-opening of the chuck e. cheese. he’d never had enough money to go there, and now? with unlimited tokens? please, he was about to have the time of his life. and, as if it was a sign from the universe that coming here was a good decision, he saw fern as soon as he arrived. “archduke franz ferdinand,” kit greeted, using the stupid nickname he’d concocted over the years. “how’s it goin’? havin’ a good time so far?” 

it wasn’t until lunch that kit would see mimi, typically, and there was a good reason for that. so he asked her, only half-joking, “could you help me test out a theory? see, i’ve never been inside limited too, and i’ve never seen a person with face piercings inside limited too. for all i know, there’s a fucking forcefield around that place blocking people with facial piercings from entering. do you think that’s true, yes or no?” 

“so, like, here’s the thing,” kit says, and if you know kit, you know nothing normal can follow that phrase. “they say that no one was killed in the fire, right? but like... they could have covered something up, especially if it was, like, a homeless person or something. and if there was a ghost,” he lifts a finger, pointing to the stage, “wouldn’t it inhabit one of the animatronics?” he leans back with a satisfied smirk as if he’s just cracked the code, bringing a coca cola to his lips. “whaddya think, chrys?” 

sure, kit could appreciate the drinks on offer here, and how easy it was to get them, but sometimes... sometimes a guy needed to smoke up. and that was no fun without some company, so he grabbed onto jude’s arm as soon as he saw her. “hey, wanna smoke up? i’ve got some extra grass, if you’re in for it.” he patted his pocket to indicate where it was. “c’mon, let’s head outside.”