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[whatwas]

[Horst is awake after the event ends, and for the first time all week he heads outside. He hasn't had his PCD on, or if he has he didn't answer it. And in fact he's not planning to now, but the verdammt thing is in his jacket pocket.

He has Basil the stuffed rabbit under one arm, and the sock puppet held in a fist. He fills it with a few rocks, ties it off, and throws it so far the PCD wouldn't have been able to see it even if it had been angled in its direction.

The feed times out before he can be bothered to realize it's on.]

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[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Horst- are you alright?

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

...No.

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Would you like to go out?

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Where should I meet you...?

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

My place!

[He sounds cheerful.]

I'll get the blindfold.

[Voice]

[al_truism]

...

[... what is this even.]

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...Alphonse.

[Suddenly calm and quiet.]

I'm trying to make Horst feel better.

[Voice]

[al_truism]

Y-Yeah, carry on.

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'll do that.

[Voice]

[al_truism]

Have fun.

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Lots of it.

[Voice]

[al_truism]

[Shutting the PCD off to preserve his sanity.]

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Normally there would be some teasing comment, but Horst is at half-power sarcasm at best right now.]

Do you want details?

[Voice]

[al_truism]

[... there isn't any sputtering from over here, either.]

I... not really.

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I recommend it.

[Voice]

[al_truism]

No, thank you.

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Ordinarily he would tell Yuca not to pretend, but today he needs it. One of them needs to be smiling, even if it's not real.]

Don't walk me into any poles, now.

[He's heading there already]

[Voice]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You can trust me.

[Light and calming. Really, he shouldn't- but.]

[Voice]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I do.

[Sadly enough, and against his better judgment.

But then he shuts the PCD off, because he's come to Yuca in person.]

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He'll be there, standing in his door frame, watching for Horst to come walking up his street.]

[Offline]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't bother with his usual tricks; he just walks up, like a human. Even his greeting is abnormal: instead of a smile and a joke, he kisses Yuca roughly, needy and clinging. He has to wrestle some control over himself again.]

Sorry, sorry.... Blindfold?

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca makes a surprised little sound at the kiss- jumping, not entirely returning it before Horst pulls away.]

I... I have it right here.