#gohsting: kaz

[mysterymchines]

@gohsting​​​​  said:  “  why  does  it  always  have  to  be  a  fight  with  you?  ”  

                  ❝  i’m  not  —  we’re  not!  ❞   he  insists,  incredulous.   ❝  you’re  the  one  that  wandered  off  on  your  own,  like  always,  and  —  ❞   he  trails  off  with  a  pout,  vaguely  pathetic.  for  once,  graham  goes  quiet,  trying  to  ignore  the  prickling  behind  his  eyes.  he  swipes  at  them  with  the  back  of  his  hand  quickly.  so  maybe  it  had  been  his  own  actions  that  got  him  locked  in  this  claustrophobic  box  in  the  first  place,  but   —  well,  it  didn’t  really  matter;  and  he  was  quite  familiar  with  kaz’s   very-special  brand  of  disappointed  look.

he  still  vaguely  wants  to  throw  up.  but  his  breathing  finally  evens,  full-on  panic-attack  averted.  palms  press  to  the  glass,  and  he  lowers  his  voice;   ❝  i  just,  ❞   he  drops  his  gaze,  and  folds  his  arms.   ❝  …  i  thought.  i  thought  you  left  me,  okay?  ❞   he  gives  a  little  shiver,  nods  toward  the  number pad  by  the  door;   ❝  pretty  please  will  you  let  me  out,  kaz.  sorry.  please.  i  didn’t  mean  it.  i - i  don’t  want  to  be  down  here  anymore.  ❞

[lachrydoll]

   “Oh heyyy girlie, haven’t seen you in a hot sec!”

Kaz is a dark, upside-down outline against the evening sun, a halo of amber anchoring her to the sky. Sally’s face was pink from hanging upside-down on the monkey bars and from the promised cold slowly creeping upon them. The playground was deserted, children and parents having packed their things and left over an hour ago in order to follow their neat little scheduled dinners with their neat little nuclear families. Sally was here to pass the time in her way: until time got too boring and she forced a future into the present.

   “Last time was, uh, hm, fuckin’ Joey’s party last week, amirite?” She grinned. “That was fun. Pretty sure the cut Sierra gave me from that bottle is gonna scar. Wanna see it?” Girls liked scars. Sally was a girl and she definitely liked scars.

Sally swung to sit herself atop the bars, heavy boots kicking with childish carelessness. 

   “Nah but seriously, what brings you around here? I mean I’m here for something that starts with ‘collecting roadkill’ and ends with ‘the cops are less likely to see you in the night plus chicken isn’t fun by yourself.’ But, I mean, it’s definitely fun with two...Open invitation there.”

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