+ better for you . if you plan on swinging
by again , maybe . . . knock ?”
a ghost of a smile this time . he’s had
a fair handful of strange friends with
more than illegal hobbies . what’s
one more to the list ?
“ no risk of getting stabbed next
time .”
leaving ? he’s leaving already ?
again , he’s confused . and a little lost .
and struggling to understand the type
of person kit is . but this is . . . easier
for the both of them , probably .
not like he’s inebriated beyond belief .
“ uh . . . okay . yeah , that’d be +
he was only giving in to his on base urges. or perhaps not his own, but those that lurk quite violently underneath the surface.
“that so…” he blinks rapidly and turns around against the necklace slipping into his pocket. he doesn’t take his hand out again, like griffin might——
+ for a few grand — gold sells high right
now .”
and his father has never skimped out
on good quality . he shuffles back
against the island , hands shoved
into his pockets .
“ yeah . i —“
a slight flinch as the necklace is snatched .
hadn’t expected kit to give in that
quickly , but that works . his mind is
more so reeling at the flash of yellow
he saw . . .
must have been the light .
“ i hope it gets you enough . should be
able to pawn it +
it looked quiet from the outside. emptier than it actually appears to be. and he’s usually better at sneaking around dark corners.
“griffin.” repeating it as he continues to face away. he almost jumps when griffin gets close, eyes closed and focus on his breathing. he can’t ——
+ been touched in a few years .
“ griffin . the little one upstairs is
colby .”
wait . he’s probably heard that already . slinking up behind him ,
the sparkly jewelry is held out in a
cupped palm . an * offering this time .
“ take it .”
huh . brows furrow deep at the refusal .
what was the point in breaking in then ? to come in , pop a few pills ,
and wander out ?
it makes no sense . . s his mother doesn’t
need all of these .
kit turns back around and he starts
picking a few necklaces he * knows
haven’t +
the might not make it time of kit’s life has been and gone. he should be dead. a statistic in his classes. but he’s beyond that now, in a way that only fuels a certain arrogance in him; a sense of invulnerability that isn’t wrong. the rest of the consequences will catch up ——
no judgement . it’s mostly concern .
his recent classes on forensics stats
and mortality rates has made him
aware if dangers in every corner of this
city .
who knows . this kid might not even
make it another year or two . he runs
fingers though dyed hair and steps
back to +
“mm.”
it’s obvious by his tone that he’s waiting for judgement, but he occupies himself with picking up bottles and reading their labels. he’s not actually fussy, but he should probably know what they are. wouldn’t want to walk away with some regular painkillers by ——
+ let him look .
“ go on . she won’t miss them .” a brief
glance at the collection again . he
only serves to remove a pair of dangling
earrings before nodding again . “ okay .
* now take them .”
seems he’s working to remove every
sentimental piece before it can be +
+ mutilated in a ditch .”
not that he’s feel responsible for any
of their actions . he doesn’t care very
much about what happens to this
boy after he leaves . more so confused
on which entry point he came in
through . . .
“ you sell yourself ?”
he leaves it all open and , instead ,
chooses to hover at the edge of the
kitchen island . watch the blond with
furrowed brows and questions revolving
through his mind .
“ i’d rather you sell the jewelry . or , the
pills . less likely to end up +
kit wasn’t here to hurt anyone anyway. any desire for violence is directed toward himself, and his need for entertainment is more psychological.
drunk. high. both? something, anyway.
“since…?” prying, and he only realises after he asks, but there’s no apology. he just goes ——
h .
there is something invisible * pressing
on her ribcage . that’s totally the reason
why she can’t breath . totally the reason
why her eyes are watering and her
abdomen is filled with stabbing * pain .
+ since veronica had her last spell .
they’re still waiting , in case she comes
back this time . she’s never been gone
this long .
he slows at another door and opens
it — his mother’s ‘emergency guest’
jewelry hands prettily from a velvet
wall .
“ do you sell it ?”
griffin has never been much of a fighter .
he was an academic , with very little
physical fitness past hiking and the
occasional lifting . but his hands were
steady . precise . guess the violence
is reserved for dire circumstances .
this isn’t one of them . kit is talked +
oh… he gives in so easily. kit almost pouts that it’s not as exciting as that knife suggested it would be, but maybe he can still coax it out of him. he’s still looking at the world through a nicely intoxicated haze, consequences are even less real to him than they usually ——
+ down and placated easily . they
both make their way down the stairs ,
griffin with much slower steps .
alcohol permeates the air in front of
him . . . is he drunk ?
“ mm . medicine cabinet straight
ahead , on the corner . they haven’t
cleaned it out since . . .” +