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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 1:11:13 GMT -5
If Isak had any sympathy, it didn't show on his face. He remained as blank-faced (and possibly nervous) as before, nose buried in his scarf and eyes on the snow ahead of him. It was a little deeper than he was used to, he noted, and the wind just made it a biting chill. He would be glad to find the suburban house - though if he remembered correctly, it couldn't be that far. He remembered the half-demolished house. He and Flint had napped there briefly, not long after escaping the sword man.
"Hm," he flicked his gaze to Reina and blinked. "That one's not my secret to give, it's Flint's. If you want to know, ask him. In the meantime, ask me something else - those two seem to be busy."
He pulled one hand out of his pocket to rub at his already-red nose, sniffling slightly. If he caught a cold or worse, then it was his own fault. He shook himself off, and pushed forward. That was the only way to go about it in the apocalypse.
"I'm setting some rules for our truth game. We don't ask for other people's secrets and we don't lie by omission," his tone was firm.
Notably, Flint's shoulders relaxed and he huffed out an amused sigh, eyebrows raising slightly. He shook his head and walked a little closer to Carey so he could speak a little quieter, nose wrinkling slightly and a briefly confused expression crossing his face. Oh. Oh!
"Ah," he said lightly, "no, you do want to ask me before tonight," because he'd be in no condition to want to talk to people. "Uh. Meeting. Hm. Maybe...two or three months before the end of the world, we had a mutual friend and they gave us each-other's numbers and we ended up texting? Then we met up and hit it off. I dunno," he wrinkled his nose, "the specifics are always harder to pick up."
It was surprising how easily Carey stayed on-board with the idea, really. It was nice, too, that he was putting more effort into it.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 1:20:12 GMT -5
Reina bit her lip for a moment before she gave him a nod. It was Flint's secret and that was the end of it. She needed to respect that about the whole thing. if anything, it was nice to keep talking.
It was even better when Isak set up rules for their game. Good, at least now he was getting more into this. "Okay, I can live with that." she gave him a nod before she looked up at the sky for a moment or two. "Did you have any family before this all happened?" she asked softly.
A part of her didn't want to ask personal questions and pry into his personal life. But at the same time, this was what the game was for, and she would have to give out her secrets as well. She doubted that she had anything to hide from a stranger, but of course Isak seemed like a very smart person, he would know what buttons to push.
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Post by floruit on Dec 21, 2016 1:32:52 GMT -5
Carey frowned slightly. He had to admit he had never been good at not getting into other people's business, although he was good at keeping secrets once he found them out. He didn't want to bring up more serious matters now, though. "We can talk about it when we get to the house. For now, let's forget it."
He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance as Flint spoke, trying to think of details that would make their story seem more legitimate. "It was probably a situation where the friend was like, oh, I know two whole gay people, they should date. Except it actually worked. When everything started crumbling, we probably shared all our info because there was nothing to lose, and we we're lucky enough to stumble into each other. It was very picaresque and romantic. Neither of us even shot at each other because we knew everything was happening the way it was supposed to. And then we decided that it was too lucky and well-timed for us not to make it official. Also, at some point we adopted Isak. The end." That was a fairy take romance if he had ever seen one, but, somehow, he felt like it worked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 9:34:54 GMT -5
"One in America, the rest back in Norway," Isak watched his breath go up in a soft cloud of white, squinting up at the sky. The clouds seemed to have dispersed and the weak sunlight did make it a little warmer - but definitely not warm enough to melt the huge amount of snow. "I had my father, my mother, and an older sister. Possibly a younger half-brother, but that was after I moved to the US and it wasn't quite clear."
He took a moment to glanced back at the tracks they had made, and squint into the distance. There didn't seem to be anyone or anything following them, so that was good, at least. It meant that they would be safe for now.
"What did you do before the end of the world?" he decided it was best not to talk about Reina's own family. If she'd shot her own brother, it wouldn't be good, and he figured he knew enough. His own family wasn't anything special to him, really.
"Fair enough," Flint shrugged lightly and looked forward again, his smile widening at Carey making it more legitimate. They were really going all the way with this, weren't they? Go hard or go home. He was glad he'd picked on Carey to do this with; something about him told him that it wasn't a bad idea.
He took the words into consideration, before nodding in a very serious manner, as if they were talking about some incredibly important matters.
"That does sound good. Maybe you were off scouting the area when I found Isak? Then I don't have to tell you how I found him. Hint: he was a mess. But it's fine," he glanced over his shoulder, "yes. Right. We now have two kids, and before we only had one. This is great."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 11:46:14 GMT -5
Reina was a little surprised about his origins. So that explained how he was speaking a different language to Flint early this morning. She could only guess at what they were really saying to each other. Other than that, she enjoyed the fact that he was something else other than American.
At his question, she pursed her lips in thought before she gave him a shrug. "I was trying to get my architect degree while being a school teacher." she admitted to him as she was chucking softly to herself. "I taught second graders, and they were precious little things." she sighed wistfully. She was slowly forgetting their names and letting them become only a ghost of a memory. A part of her felt guilty for not keeping them close to her mind. But at the same time, it was best to just let them go and assume that they were dead. The pain was easier to handle.
"What is your orientation?" she couldn't help but ask him. It wasn't like she was actively seeking a relationship, and she also figured that she was a little older than him anyway. She certainly wasn't ashamed of being bisexual, of course, her family hadn't been too supportive about it, not that it mattered now.
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Post by floruit on Dec 21, 2016 12:42:35 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me. We can explain why Isak might be confused at some of the stories we tell that way, and Isak gets to keep his personal business to himself. I wouldn't want to be an overbearing father. You've got to give your kids room to figure things out for themselves," he said, sounding surprisingly assured for someone who had been a father for less than a full day. And his new children hadn't even agreed to it yet. Reina seemed like she would go along with it, if only because she thought it was funny. Isak might take it hard, though.
With the basics squared away, Carey decided they could move on to the next most important category for pretending they were familiar enough to be dating: knowing a lot of weird and not necessarily helpful information about the other person. "So we've got our relationship's origin story. Now we gotta figure out everything else there is to know. Favorite food, favorite color, weird facts, things people might try to quiz us on if they don't believe ourb beautiful, Oscar worthy portrayal of two guys dating."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 12:55:42 GMT -5
A teacher. That wasn't entirely expected, but Isak gave a small shrug and paused momentarily to look behind them again, watching the distance for any movement. When he was satisfied that there was none, he began to walk again, listening to the soft crunch of snow. It wasn't unpleasant, but felt extraordinarily loud in the quiet landscape. At least it wouldn't be much longer until they found a house, he hoped.
"My orientation," he repeated, bluntly. She wanted to waste a question on that? Alright. Fine. "Asexual. Demiromantic. You can take another turn, since that wasn't tradeworthy."
He wrinkled his nose a little, eyebrows raising.
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Honestly, that sounded like a sound plan, so Flint nodded. At Carey's next words, he gave an amused smile and tilted his head to look at him, studying his face to see if he was serious or not. He couldn't tell, damn. Facial expressions had never been a strong point.
"Alright," he said. "Chili, pink, I can do the splits. Your turn," he had, at some point during their conversation, removed his arms from his sleeves and had probably put them into his t-shirt, which meant his sleeves dangled uselessly. He was an expert at keeping warm. He snorted softly and shook his head. "At least Leonardo da Vinci got an Oscar before the world ended. Actually, a shame. Now I can't say 'even the end of the world came before Leonardo got his Oscar' so I'm a little disappointed."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 13:01:24 GMT -5
Reina chuckled a little bit as she rubbed the back of her neck, "Too silly and personal? Sorry." she figured it would be polite to apologize to him before she actually continued. She took note of how he kept looking back. Smart. The last thing they needed was to deal with zombies following after them. It wasn't like they tracked the snow, but sane people did. She figured that all they could do was enjoy the small talk and the snow.
"Okay, okay, what did you do before everything went sideways?" she asked him as she raised an eyebrow. She could only assume that he had been something like a college student. He seemed to be the right age for it too. Of course that didn't mean her assumptions were right.
She kept her gaze on him, casually trying to read his body language for anything out of the ordinary.
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Post by floruit on Dec 21, 2016 13:59:29 GMT -5
"Eggs benedict if you're talking real food, but I also love some cafeteria hospital food way too much. Like, the green jello they serve that tastes like green instead of lime or whatever the hell it's supposed to be. Coincidentally, green is my favorite color. And, hmm..." What was something interesting about him? "I mean, I got through most of med school before the world ended without dying, which is pretty impressive. And I can do ridiculously huge jigsaw puzzles without needing the image on the box. That's a skill. Also, you can do the splits? How do you not die?"
Flint was truly an impressive man. "Yeah, I'm glad Leo got to be happy before he died horribly, but he did take a pretty decent joke away from us. In a few decades, though, no one will even remember what the Oscars were, so it's no big deal."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 14:17:22 GMT -5
"No, it's just not that important to me," he remembered, due to past experiences, that some people felt that their orientation was important. Isak didn't - the initial realisation had been harder than anything else, but he was fine, now. At least the end of the world appeared to have brought him with some fascinating people.
His gaze, now, landed on the houses that had started appearing. Suburban, yes, but also too big. He assumed that Flint had paid more attention the previous day and that he knew which house they'd choose, so he didn't bother to catch up or go back into earshot. Not worth the bother.
"I was in college and I worked part-time as a waiter."
( b r b food ill do flo's in a minute )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 14:49:28 GMT -5
"I hate all hospital food," Flint stated firmly, "one time, they served nothing but beans. Seriously. Who does that? The American Healthcare System, apparently. The amount of times I've nearly checked myself out because of the food is unimaginable, but y'know. You do you, green food man," he rolled his eyes upwards, but smiled nonetheless. "Uh, easy? I'm very flexible. I can put my foot behind my head."
He winked as he said that. He was only slightly flirting.
"It's a huge deal to me. I'll make sure that the Oscars are immortalised forever."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 21, 2016 22:03:48 GMT -5
Reina pursed her lips in thought. "Okay, fair point." she said to him and pat his shoulder with a small smile. "Still, I understand if questions like those can be a little too personal at times. It's different with different people." she added with a small sigh while she fiddled with the ends of her scarf for a moment or two.
"I figured you were a college student, you're young enough to be one, it's a shame that education is rather dead at this point in time." she murmured while she reached up to ruffle her hair from under her beanie.
"How about you ask me some questions?" she offered to him, as she looked to the houses. "I figure it's best if we let the..." she didn't want to call them grown-ups since they were all legally adults, "We should just let Carey and Flint pick out a house, I guess." she giggled softly.
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Post by floruit on Dec 22, 2016 0:21:32 GMT -5
Was this... flirting? How scandalous! It was a good thing they were already dating. Otherwise such shocking actions would be inappropriate. "That's certainly interesting, although I'm not sure I completely believe you. You'll have to prove it to me sometime." Wait, was that even a decent reply? It was difficult to tell. He was used to flirting with a solo cup in his hand and loud music in the background drowning out his thoughts. Carey didn't look like a man who enjoyed going out to clubs, but he was surprisingly easygoing once he had downed a few drinks. Although he was usually the person drinking soda and waiting for his drunk friends to wear themselves out enough to go home.
Alright, time to change the subject before Flint had a chance to call him out on any potential awkwardness. "So, aside from making sure the Oscars never fade from human memory, what other things do you care about? Aside from not dying. I'd imagine all of our current group have strong feelings about not dying."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 1:45:59 GMT -5
Isak hummed confirmation to the words - or perhaps just hummed to make a sound to let her know that he'd heard them - and looked ahead at Carey and Flint. They seemed to have lightened up since the last time he'd glanced at them, so he could only assume that their serious conversation was over. He was familiar enough with Flint's body language to know the gist of what they were saying, so he snorted softly and crossed his arms.
"Yes, it's best to leave them alone. I only owe you one question at the moment, though, so there's that. Hm. Did you have any groups before you joined this one?" to Isak, it felt like a fair enough question.
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Flint couldn't help but snort at Carey's reply, and smiled. He'd definitely chosen well. In a small apocalypse world where his dating pool was smaller than a tick, he'd actually found someone who didn't mind his shenanigans and replied back. He considered it thoughtfully, eyes narrowing.
"I actually don't mind so much about the dying part," he admitted, "Isak doesn't, either. Survival's just more interesting than dying. Uh, I care quite a bit about the fact that I've lost all my books and I care even more about the fact that a lot of cool games will never get to see the light of day. What about you, apart from dying?"
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 22, 2016 11:12:11 GMT -5
Reina kept her hands in her pockets while she kicked up a bit of snow with her boots. She made a mental note to try poking around the other houses for the sake of finding winter attire for all of them. Maybe some coats for sleeping on? That wouldn't be asking too much, right?
"Alright, I remember being with one group...but it turned out they were a bunch of crazies." she told him, not wanting to remember what they ate as their main diet. "Of course I left and had been kind of wandering around in the snow before I met you guys." she explained with a small shrug.
A little thought popped into her head before she snickered. She cupped her hands as if it would make her voice louder as she called to Carey and Flint ahead of them, "Hey! Lovebirds! Any of these suburb houses catching your eyes?"
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Post by floruit on Dec 22, 2016 15:34:25 GMT -5
What did he care about? Carey frowned. It wasn't something he had thought about in a while. He had been rather preoccupied with keeping himself alive. "I honestly try not to think about the things I used to care about too much. It just... it's not very pleasant. I only think about missing the small, silly things. You don't realize how many things you lose when society collapses until it does. Honestly, I would give anything for a hot bath and some ice cream." He laughed, then grew quieter and more serious. "I don't really care about any of that, though. What I care about now is getting together a group and making something better than this. I feel like I owe it to myself and everyone else who has made it this far."
He went silent for a few seconds, then turned back at the sound of Reina's voice. The lovebirds comment made him flush with embarrassment—they really weren't being very discreet—but luckily it was cold enough he could blame it on the cold. "I don't know. Some of them look nice, but none are standing out." He turned back to Flint. "What do you think, honey? Did you have a specific house in mind?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 15:39:09 GMT -5
Isak nodded, but didn't respond after that. He looked ahead at Flint and Carey and raised an eyebrow - while it was nice that Flint wasn't clinging to him so much, it was a little strange to see how quickly he'd adjusted to the fact that their group had increased by two people - one who seemed to find it believable that the two were together. Then again, he could see why. He'd sat in on enough couple's counselling sessions with his parents to know that this was the sort of thing people seemed to want. Weird.
He snorted at Reina's words, but didn't say anything.
Flint glanced back at the two behind them and grinned, before looking back to Carey. He raised an eyebrow and looked over the houses quickly. Broken windows, broken roofs, too many barricades...oh, wow, okay.
"That one looks alright," he gestured to one of the few unbroken houses. It seemed to have had barricades at some point but they were damaged and, from what he could see, they would be easy enough to get through. The roof was fine and so were the windows - it looked like it would be ideal to sit in until the snow stopped and melted.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 22, 2016 23:27:28 GMT -5
Personally, Reina didn't see any problem with teasing the two men a little bit. She was always surrounded by couples, since she tended to be a good matchmaker among her friends. At this point, playful banter came easy to her when she was around as a third wheel.
She didn't think that she had embarrassed her much. If anything, she thought that they would see the humor in it. Oh well. She smiled softly to herself as she was running a hand through her hair while she fixed up her beanie.
She looked to a couple of the homes while she pursed her lips. Maybe the zombie would be slowed down bu the snow anyway? Personally, the looks of a house really didn't matter to her.
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Post by floruit on Dec 23, 2016 2:42:06 GMT -5
"This one it is, then." If the weather had been a little nicer, Carey might have given more input on which house to make camp in, but for the moment he was primarily concerned with getting inside where it was warm. Besides, he trusted Flints judgement enough to not argue. Regardless of the condition it was inside, they could make the house pleasant to live in after they had started a nice, warm fire inside.
He slipped through a broken area in the barricades without too much difficulty and found that the front door was unlocked. The interior was dim—the previous residents seemed to have boarded up all the windows on the first floor—but he couldn't see any major problems with the house. Most of the front room actually looked neat. "The last people who lived here probably cleared out a few months ago. Decided a house in the suburbs was too much trouble with zombies still roaming around, I imagine," he mused, propping the door open for the rest of the group.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 10:57:58 GMT -5
"Yep, dear, just saunter on in. No big deal," he slipped through after Carey and paused to wait for Reina and Isak, keeping himself in view of them so they knew where to go. He watched Carey move and smiled with some amusement, glancing around thoughtfully. "Doesn't look like anyone else is sitting here. Wow. It's actually kinda warm, too. We could probably start a little fire without much trouble."
Isak moved past Flint and Carey (pausing momentarily to give Carey a discreet warning look), before he moved to the centre of the front room and turned a full circle. It seemed safe enough; the back barricades were completely in-tact from what he could see in the kitchen, and that was reassuring. It just meant that they'd have to watch the front.
He squinted at the broken photos of what looked to be a family - two parents (he couldn't tell their genders) and a daughter and a son. Well, then, that was mildly depressing. Isak took a moment to put them face down, knowing that it was most likely that they were dead.
"Good thing that the zombies aren't really around anymore, then," Flint mused, "this place is a good one."
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 23, 2016 14:31:17 GMT -5
Reina nodded as she walked on into the house before looking around for a moment. "It looks like it was meant for a family of four, lucky us." she said as she was looking in the back to examine the barricades. Hmm. She figured that they could find some materials around the place in order to actually make a front barricade as well.
"I'm just glad we finally found a decent place." she said as she set down her bad while stretching her arms with a small smile. From what she could tell, she didn't hear any movement from the upstairs. Good. That probably meant no zombies. It would have been worse if she heard groaning. Then things would have gotten nasty really fast, and it wasn't like she could handle shooting another zombie again.
"We should try cleaning this place up after we set up a fire, then I think we could claim rooms." she said while she was taking off her beanie and scarf in order to try getting herself comfortable.
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Post by floruit on Dec 23, 2016 16:23:28 GMT -5
Huh. That was a strange look Isak just gave him. He shrugged it off and continued win his inspection of the house. He didn't quite get Isak, but he was sure he would have time to figure the young man out after they set up the house. "There isn't much to clean, honestly. Whoever stayed here last seemed to have cleared out quite some time ago." If he wanted to be stupidly optimistic, he could think that maybe they were all still alive. Despite the broken up barricade, the house showed no sign of being invaded at any point. Storms or other survivors were probably to blame for the non-functional barricade.
"We can start a fire in the living room and drop off supplies in the kitchen. Does that work for everyone? Personal items and weapons can live wherever their owners want them to, as long as the weapons are easily accessible." It was strange to be planning for people other than himself, but it certainly made everything much less stressful when all the work wasn't left to him.
Carey allowed the others to go ahead of him and explore the house, trailing after Flint. It wouldn't look odd if they slipped off together at some point, but he wanted to be ready to go at any time, since the thing they needed to talk about was apparently time sensitive.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 16:30:50 GMT -5
"Personally, I'm gonna go claim a good room," Flint grinned and gestured to Carey, before heading upstairs. He was cautious - he kept a hand in his pocket where he could access his knives, and his gaze remained firmly ahead. He checked each room carefully, before heading into one that had a double bed. Nice. Okay.
Once he was in there, he turned around and waited patiently for Carey, rocking back on his heels and tilting his head back. It hadn't taken too long to get here - but from the light outside, it had to be afternoon, closing in on the evening. Today hadn't been eventful, but it had been nicer than most.
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With the two 'father figures' out of the picture, Isak focused on moving around some stuff for a fire, before lighting one. It was quick and easy to do, but he adjusted it to make sure it was small. He then knelt down and checked through his shoulder-bag, ensuring he had everything.
"Hey," he said lightly, glancing up to Reina. "It's your turn to ask a question."
It looked like he didn't mind continuing their game.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 23, 2016 16:45:37 GMT -5
Reina jumped a little when Isak called her attention once more. Personally, she was rather surprised that he was wanting to still play their truth game. Fine. She didn't mind continuing it with him in the first place.
"Okay." she smiled and sat on the dusty sofa, grimacing as she sank down a little more than she would have liked into it. "What's the stupidest thing you've done since the apocalypse?" she tilted her head to the side. She figured that he wouldn't have much of an answer, given the fact that he was coming off as sensible and serious.
She made a mental note to make some kind of fire-pit in the floor just so the fire wouldn't escape if they tended to it at night. They had already been lucky enough to not burn alive last night.
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Post by floruit on Dec 23, 2016 17:37:19 GMT -5
Carey closed the door behind him. "So, what do you need to tell me?" He briefly considered locking the door behind him, but Isak and Reina didn't seem like they would purposefully interrupt a private conversation. Instead, he sat down on the foot of the bed and turned his attention to Flint.
Outwardly, he looked calm, his expression curious but not nervous. Inwardly, well... He would have normally gotten anxious about a urgent private conversation that could potentially concern medications. You didn't need to have a talk with someone if you ran out of something that wasn't essential to functioning normally or didn't result in withdrawal if you stopped taking it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 17:42:54 GMT -5
"Stupidest thing..."
Isak squinted thoughtfully as he absently flicked some scrap paper into the fire, leaning back against the chair he had his back to and considering it. There were a few stupid things he'd done, really.
"One time, I picked up a cat and showed it to Flint and tried to get him to pet it. I didn't know how severe his ailurophobia was, and I sent him into a straight-up panic attack. There were zombies nearby," he shrugged lightly, "it was a terrible decision."
He stretched one arm out.
"What about you?"
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There were a few ways Flint could say this, but he went for the best option. He cleared his throat, gave Carey the finger-guns motion, and smiled as if this wasn't an important matter.
"I'm half an hour past my dose but I don't have any meds left so I'm going to go into withdrawal and also not be medicated, have fun."
He then sat down next to Carey and crossed his legs, resting his hands on his thighs.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 23, 2016 17:51:12 GMT -5
Reina snickered softly at the idea, but also realized that had probably not been much of a good day in the first place for Flint. The poor guy. Carey probably had to have comforted him after that whole ordeal.
"Ah, so he has a fear of cats...and I'm assuming he has cynophobia too...which would explain why he wouldn't want dogs or cats." she tapped her chin thoughtfully. She then smiled at the thought of Isak being a cat person, which she thought was incredibly adorable to say the least.
She clasped her hands together while chuckling, "Hmm, stupid thing..." she pursed her pale lips, "I remember trying to fill up my car with gas when I was at a station... As I was filling up, I realized that I was in Jersey, and they were going to charge me for pumping gas on my own..." she giggled a little, "I gave up at that point, ran into the store to grab as many Twizzlers packets as I could before running out to drive off while the nozzle was still in my car..."
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Post by floruit on Dec 23, 2016 18:07:41 GMT -5
Well. That was... just about as bad as he had feared. At least he had been prepared for it. Carey took a deep breath. "Alright, so we're going to plan how to deal with this right now, so we can minimize the problems we're going to be dealing with. Do you know the symptoms you're going to have, and how long they should last? And what's going to change once you're not being medicated?"
He was using his "things may seem bad but everything will be alright soon" voice, which he slipped into when he or the person he was talking to was freaking out. And since Flint seemed fairly calm about all of this, the voice was mostly for his own benefit. "You don't need to tell me everything if you don't want to. I just need to know enough to help get you through it. Whatever you need. And I can talk to Reina and Isak about what they should and shouldn't do while you're—sick. Or whatever you want me to tell them. I assume Isak already has a decent idea of what's going to happen?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 18:12:41 GMT -5
Well, that was about as ridiculous as he had expected. He scratched the back of his neck and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. Had Carey killed Flint yet? It was entirely possible, but he was fine down here. He was too comfortable to move, really.
"I see," Isak said. "Twizzlers, though? Why?"
Of course he'd question the woman's food choice. Why wouldn't he? It just seemed more sensible than asking what happened after, considering he could imagine.
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"Ehh," Flint made a see-saw motion with his hand. "I haven't gone very far into withdrawal before. Usually I shake and throw up a bit. My doctor once told me that the shakes could last months, but I don't know what else will happen. Uh, as for what's going to change when I'm not medicated - not a huge amount? I know I'm significantly worse at taking care of myself and I'm prone to extreme mood changes, but for the most part, basically the same."
He shrugged lightly.
"Isak already knows. I have to come down from meds to sleep, usually, so if I'm not quick enough to take any in the mornings I tend to be standoffish anyway. But yeah, no, as long as no-one riles me up or something, I'll be okay," he'd just feel awful for a while.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 23, 2016 18:28:51 GMT -5
Reina nodded softly at him while she smirked a little at herself. Her eyes narrowed in concentration when he asked her that question. She smiled a little more at the fond memories that were coming to her head.
"My abuela took me and my brothers to movies, and she would always make sure that we had Twizzlers when we would sneak them into the theater." she smiled softly. "It's basically comfort food at this rate." she said to him before she looked over at him with a chuckle.
"Well? What's your kind of comfort food?" she asked him curiously.
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