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i've come to love your disappearing acts, do one more, pretty please
Brody comes slinking back eventually.
Of course he does; where else would he go? He could get his own place, it's not hard, he's done it before... but he's not equipped to live by himself. Last time, it drove him crazy. He's not equipped to do anything, lately, he vacillates between locking himself in his room for days or disappearing outside, where he comes back looking dazed and sick. He's not getting any better, he's getting worse.
He doesn't have his key -- dropped it somewhere in Brooklyn, probably down a storm drain by now -- but that doesn't make getting in difficult, not when he's perfectly capable of scaling the walls and crawling in through the bathroom window. That should be too small for him to fit through, except for the fact that now he can fit anywhere his head fits into.
It's just not any fun to watch. Or do.
He comes back around to open the front door and bring the dog up, then shuts the door quietly behind them. Nothing in his hands, he didn't take anything with him and he doesn't bring anything back. He smells a little bit like carrion, indicating he probably ate at least once, but that's all. Maybe it's just from the dog.
Of course he does; where else would he go? He could get his own place, it's not hard, he's done it before... but he's not equipped to live by himself. Last time, it drove him crazy. He's not equipped to do anything, lately, he vacillates between locking himself in his room for days or disappearing outside, where he comes back looking dazed and sick. He's not getting any better, he's getting worse.
He doesn't have his key -- dropped it somewhere in Brooklyn, probably down a storm drain by now -- but that doesn't make getting in difficult, not when he's perfectly capable of scaling the walls and crawling in through the bathroom window. That should be too small for him to fit through, except for the fact that now he can fit anywhere his head fits into.
It's just not any fun to watch. Or do.
He comes back around to open the front door and bring the dog up, then shuts the door quietly behind them. Nothing in his hands, he didn't take anything with him and he doesn't bring anything back. He smells a little bit like carrion, indicating he probably ate at least once, but that's all. Maybe it's just from the dog.
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"I'm not gonna let this drop. Okay? I'm gonna keep asking, keep offering. I just want you to know that."