as a scooby gang, they'd managed to wind up in some predicaments before. nothing that nobody wasn't able to weasel their way out of. [thanks to an injection from when they were babies and from a form of charm only young, money and power hungry, adults could have.] this had to take the cake, though. a night out at a bar gone wrong and so quickly: andre using his powers, a woman pierced through the neck, blood spilling out on the sticky floor, and a guardian saving the day. they'd manage to squeeze their way out of this one. for now.
@touchstarves [cate] › WE DIDN'T BRING HIM HERE FOR A FUCKING HAPPY MEAL.
❝ it's actually vought-a-burger— his favorite cheeseburger, ❞ yara clarifies before the realization dawns: this is not the time nor the place. the scene is set: andre perched on the edge of luke's bed, quiet as a mouse, hands covering his face as if they're erase the memory from tonight. luke and cate, kneeled down in front of him, attention once having been on him but now directed onto her. fuck. sighing, she sets the greasy paper bag on the end table to her right, before motioning for cate to follow her into the hall. once alone, she exhales the breath she'd been holding in.
❝ this is fucking overkill. seriously, cate? hiding andre? he didn't actually kill anyone— he made a mistake at the bar and we fixed it! well, marie fixed it, but that's besides the point. ❞
