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Wyatt: Are you sure this is the right place? Oscar: Would you get your paycheque mailed to someone else’s address? Wyatt: It depends… Darien: Do you have a bobby pin? Wyatt: Am I a woman now? Oscar: It’s a piece of fucking metal, there’s no gender requirement-.. move. … Darien: He’s obviously not here, we should leave before-… [Wyatt waved a hand dismissively, making himself comfortable behind the front door] Darien: Alright, but don’t do anything.. rash. [Oscar was beyond bored and more than a little annoyed; he hadn’t actually expected to end up ensuring Wyatt didn’t murder someone today, yet here he sat. He was almost relieved when a set of keys jangled on the other side of the door] Gael: Kaito?! Wha-… [Oscar raised a brow, Kaito? Darien shrugged] Wyatt: Where is she? Gael: She left! Wyatt: When? Gael: I-I don’t know, a-about a month ago..? Wyatt: Where’d she go? Gael: I’ve n-no idea! Fuck-… Wyatt: You kept her phone, didn’t you? [Gael might’ve answered, if he could breathe. He was much larger than Wyatt, and more muscular-.. but despite that fact, the smaller man had somehow managed to manipulate him into a position where moving only tightened the grip around his neck. He panicked, thrashing helplessly until the ginger man kicked Wyatt and he loosened his hold, finally allowing him to take a desperate, ragged breath] Oscar: Pull yourself together. [Wyatt struggled against Oscar’s grip, fuelled by anger and adrenaline] Wyatt: You let her leave with nothing, didn’t you?! [Wyatt’s boot collided with his jaw before Gael could answer] Oscar: Hey! I’ll knock you out in a minute. Gael: [groans] She wanted to leave, man-.. I’ll admit I was angry, but I thought she’d come back… Oscar: Do you still have her phone? Gael: Y-yeah. Oscar: Go n’ fucking get it then. [Gael cautiously struggled to his feet and scurried off, giving Wyatt a wide berth. He returned shortly afterward, a nervous air about him as he held Brynn’s phone out to Oscar at maximum distance; Wyatt snatched it] Wyatt: If anything’s happened to her, I’ll make your life a living hell, do you hear me? Gael: I-I’ve no idea where she went, but I’m s-sure she’ll be fine, she-… Darien: Stop digging. [Gael instantly shut his mouth and nodded solemnly] [Wyatt huffed, frustrated at Gael’s ignorance; he desperately wanted more-.. wanted to finish what he started] Oscar: [hissed] You haven’t got the connections to get away with this shit anymore, idiot.. get the fuck out before you do something you might regret. [Oscar practically shoved Darien and Wyatt out the door, relieved things hadn’t gotten too out of hand. He turned to face Gael before leaving, offering a slight grin as though to imply a wordless apology] Oscar: You ought to get yourself a deadbolt… [Gael took a deep breath, trying his best to steady his voice] Gael: I ought to move. Oscar: [whispers] Even better.
