FOR : kieran ! @horrorphase. LOCATION : exiting a back alley into the sidewalk, yikes . TIMESTAMP : fuck ass o'clock prob .
you're probably wondering how damon got into this situation. see, a common note about them was their tendency to be out of place. constantly on the move, stopping for a quick drink or maybe a smoke on a bench. odd jobs, favors and fuck knows what else ... they never really seemed to pause. there's a restless energy to them at their core and it seems to finally be deflating as they excuse themselves from who they're smoking with in the alley. a little two finger wave, a heavy sigh. despite being a human battery, at some point they always seemed to run out. not to mention no one is here to see damon crash and burn. they can let their shoulders —
scaaaaaaatch that! ( it's always that fucking way, isn't it? ) as soon as they step out of the alley and take a turn they're scuttling back just as quickly. boot heel catches against cracks in the pavement, hand raising to catch themselves on the building's brick. " wooooo, shit, kier! " immediate recognition. they laugh a little until it dawns on them: how fucking weird to be slinking out of a back fucking alley in the middle of the day. sure, they've been in weird buildings with kieran. kieran's been out of place before, but with the news of late? yikes.
" alright first off, fancy meeting me here, eh? " points at kieran, " before you start doing your little ... " opens their hand to wave their palm around, " psuedo-ghost-hunter-detective-nancy-drew-carmen santiago thing ... just meeting a friend. reclusive fella. what are you wondering about for this time? "