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You've reached Kirk Langstrom. I'll call you back later.

TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO

Date: 2020-01-03 03:18 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Confesss)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[He's already been out. He's already hurt some people and himself. Now he's not moving to go, but he's having a moment. He KNOWS that if the message goes through it means they are there, but since he didn't get an answer right away he's worried Kirk too is gone.]

[So as he answers back, Ben sits up, wobbling a moment and rubbing at a blood covered neck.]


Fuck, Kirk. [He sniffed, head lowering.] Yeah. Rikki's gone. I'm sorry too. Shit, I'm just glad you're still here.

Date: 2020-01-04 02:38 am (UTC)
the_horror: (God you're dumb)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[Ben runs a hand over his face, then scratches it over the side of his neck, at the blood. He starts to rub at it to try and rid it from his face. His knuckles are raw but otherwise he looks okay]

Most of it, yeah.

Date: 2020-01-04 02:48 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Confesss)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[He may have raw knuckles, but the suit he's wearing, the leather and armored suit that Kirk convinced him to wear, took most the hits back. So he'll be bruised later for sure, but well.]

[He sat up more, rubbing at his neck and frowning. A sniff and his arm came up to rub at his nose, grousing as he said]


Yeah. Mostly. Picking on a girl. I might have went overboard, but those idiots never learn. [He sniffed again and looked calmer just talking about things.] Burned five of their bikes in a trash can. Kind of on accident.

Date: 2020-01-04 02:58 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Disttant)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
["These things happen". This is why he likes Kirk. He doesn't make him feel bad about the things he's done. Doesn't make him feel like shit for burning thugs bikes. The other has done worse, and Ben doesn't mind.]

Yeah, these things happen. [He sniffed again and moved to sit on the edge of his bed.] Yeah. I'm home. Promise I wasn't fighting drunk. Lemme remove the blood before you get here.

Date: 2020-01-04 03:15 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Arms Crossed wtf)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[The non Judgmental kind of friend is all Ben needs lately. Kirk is the best.]

[He's clearly moving to stand, taking his video with him a moment. He wobbles, then stands still. Got it.]


See... see you when you get here.

[and he'd go do as promised, aka: clean up the blood.]

Date: 2020-01-04 03:37 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Look Up)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[Ben does clean up, still in the suit, but half of it was strewn here and there through the house. The kitchen had a baton, the hall had a bracer, there was another on the stairs to the bedrooms, and another baton laying somewhere, lost for now. They all needed some cleaning, but he and the suit were clean now. He had it half unzipped and a t shirt exposed, damp at the neck.]

Smell... you, you can't smell me in a video. [He protested, holding the door open for the other.] But I do smell better.

Date: 2020-01-04 03:57 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Side glance)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
Well, jokes on you, it smelled of butter cream and booze. [No it didn't.] Or ... not. Whatever. It's better now, yeah. [He sniffed again, blinking as a bag got thrust to him. He closed the door behind Kirk and peeked into the bag.]

Aww man, why are you the best. [His eyes welled up a bit but he refused to cry.] Dumbest movie on the big theater screen that this stupid house has, or the TV in my room?

[Either way worked for him. Mostly he just wanted to not think about Rikki or the pain in his hands and side. Beer will help that.] Or are you just delivering, Batman. [he sees that suit.]

Date: 2020-01-05 10:49 pm (UTC)
the_horror: (Consider)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
Room. [He muttered, nodding his head for Kirk to follow. He might see the strewn about parts of his costume around as they go. Ben's sure as hell not picking them up.]

No. I just, I guess I didn't expect you to drop everything and head over to spend time with... with a sad sack. Thank you, by the way.

Date: 2020-01-14 11:46 pm (UTC)
the_horror: (Disttant)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[You are one hell of a bro like that, bro.]

It means a lot. I donno what I'm going to do with out her. March on, I guess...

[He's just taking after his best friend is all? Maybe. You can keep the sad sack thing all you want. Ben hates it.]

Date: 2020-01-23 01:42 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Thoughtful)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
Yeah, there is that. [He said in a sad tone, shoulders still slumped. In the weeks to come he was going to lose more of them, Ben was not going to take this month well.]

Remembering them kind of hurts right now, if I was to tell the truth. [He stepped into his room and held the door open for the other, closing it behind them. Izzy was wrapped around a pillow on the bed, while Star Jumped down from her gothic looking cat tree and came over to greet the two.]

Date: 2020-01-23 02:30 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Side glance)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[Star has seen him before, if hes come over for movies before, and she's... okay with him. She takes a head rub then wanders off.]

[Ben takes the bag of goods and sits it on a table, looking for the movie.]


That sounds like a good plan. Bad movies are the best. So long as it's not a zombie movie. Not ready for that yet.

[Anything to get his mind off Rikki, or everything. He just wants to be numb.]

Date: 2020-01-30 01:49 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Reading are you serious?)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
Hey, are you giving me shit for my anti-zombie bat?

[he paused at the savage comment, snorting at it.]

I'd say we can go savage, but we need spoons too. [he took the mo,vie out and held it to the other, rubbing sleepily at his face with the other hand.]

I'll grab bowls, you set up the flick?

Date: 2020-01-30 01:59 am (UTC)
the_horror: (Side glance)
From: [personal profile] the_horror
[DID YOU JUST?]

[His mouth dropped for a moment, then he snorted, it was the best laugh you were going to get out of him, but it was something.]
My favorite bat. Not mine at all but it's a good one.

[He started towards the door and reached down to pick up Star, hooking her on his shoulder]

I don't know. It's a big fucking house. I might actually get lost. [and he ducked out the door]

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