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Offline HANCOCK

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KEEP IT REAL // JOINING?
« on: October 10, 2018, 10:08:18 PM »
He couldn't figure if it was the drugs talking, or if he'd been here before. Should've kept with the mentats on the road, but he wanted the world to go a little fuzzy, a little blurred- and it did. He was still riding it down at the moment, petting at Abe every now and then, except he was half-convinced he missed his target and would pat an ear or corner of an eye fifty percent of the time. Abe hadn't taken his hand off, so either he had better aim than he thought, or the dog was far too patient with Hancock's shit. He was a good dog. A godsend on three legs. Some kinda angel with an eye-patch. Otherworldly loyalty but still so down-to-earth, y'know? What'd Hancock do to deserve such a good dog? He fumbled another pat, this time knowing for certain he got the top of his head, and he could feel the whack of a tail against his legs. Hancock assumed that was his tail, otherwise somebody was beating his thighs with a curved cane for no damn reason. Nobody'd waste their time trailing after Hancock for that.

For anything, really, unless they wanted what he was on. He was always willing to share.

"Good boy," he realized he murmured, and he'd probably been saying it on repeat for a hot minute or so, hadn't he? Maybe? Eh. Time wasn't all that important at the end of the world. So what if he lost track of it? Wasn't any fun to worship a clock. Take out a consonant and things got more interesting. "Lock." Hancock snickered, and then teetered for a second, groping out for Abe's head yet again. He squinted, and he thought he could hear him growling. Somebody nearby?

"Hey. Hey." He rotated awkwardly and stopped, scarred hands eventually finding the sides of Abe's broad head. "Pull yourself together, man. Think respectable thoughts. Like...shoes. Without holes."
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Offline TYDEUS

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Re: KEEP IT REAL // JOINING?
« Reply #1 on: October 11, 2018, 06:57:01 PM »
tw: MORE drugs. just. add on to the drugs.

Tyd knew what it was like to be high, but he's not sure he's ever been that sort of high. Well, maybe the tipsy-happy dog patting, and maybe the whole thing about locks (maybe) but he usually didn't forget places he had been before. Whatever sorta drugs he was on maybe Tyd was a little bit interested. He's interested aside from the drugs, too. Whoever this stranger is, he's caught the young man's attention. Light eyes flicker across him and then his dog, who seems more aware of his presence than the owner. Slowly, Tydeus begins to smile. He'd never had a pet of his own, except maybe he doesn't remember far enough back to talk about his childhood. There are no memories of a cat or a dog, nothing that he would pat and cuddle. Then he'd just been with friends, who'd had a working relationship with an old hunting dog, not something he could call his own. (For most of his life, it would seem that he had been the pet. It wasn't as funny to others as it was to him, but his voice is still bright when he talks about it. Like it was simple and easy and entirely in his past.)

"Whatever you're on, I hope you plan on sharing." The rather mutilated stranger doesn't seem to be too much of a threat, at least in this state, so Tydeus approaches with a sort of lightness that didn't exist with the other people showing up on the border. A grin shifts the freckled constellations on his skin and he bounces just slightly on his feet. "You end up here on accident, stranger?"
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