[ Pouring her a cup of coffee now and turning back to the fridge briefly to grab the three kinds of creamer that Migo just happens to keep on-hand. Sugar's in one of those fancy-looking containers on the table. ]
Yikes. Are they trying to hunt you kids down?
[ He's heard some horror stories of parents being particularly controlling. Granted, the ones he's seen (more accurately) are from the memories of the ghost echoes he has to lay to rest. ]
[ Even as Josh works to get the creamer and sugar, Nico is picking up the coffee and sipping at it. Black, like her lipstick. When she puts the mug down, she nods. ]
Yeah. Also... I dunno if you heard. That girl who was murdered? They're framing us for that too.
[ She shrugs. And the story just goes on from there. Their parents have enough power that if they're hunted down, they could keep them out of jail, but none of that is the point. Their own parents fucking framed them for a murder they committed for some creepy fucking alien's benefit... ugh. ]
It's a mess. So we're sticking together. But that's not always easy, y'know?
I think I saw that on the news. [ He's pouring himself a cup and settling down, listening to her because sometimes you have to just let kids talk. ]
It's not. Sometimes you just need a bit of space from each other. It's healthy.
[ While this place is HQ, Migo and Ana have their own lodgings, opting to come by and stay as long as they like because they can leave if they want to. ]
[ She nods, grateful that he seems to be understanding at least. ]
Yeah. Which isn't easy. I mean, the Hostelβ that's what we call our place. It's big, but we're all still under the same roof. Too easy to find each other.
[ But here? None of them know where she is. That fact should scare her, but it's honestly something of a relief. ]
You're welcome to stay as long as you like. [ Putting together two egg salad sandwiches with 4 slices each of Hungarian salami on a plate and then sliding it over to Nico. ]
I've already given my people the head's up that we have a guestβ [ he pauses, thoughtful ] βMigo is a recluse and will probably skulk around. Ana will likely ask about your eyeshadow brand.
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Yikes. Are they trying to hunt you kids down?
[ He's heard some horror stories of parents being particularly controlling. Granted, the ones he's seen (more accurately) are from the memories of the ghost echoes he has to lay to rest. ]
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Yeah. Also... I dunno if you heard. That girl who was murdered? They're framing us for that too.
[ She shrugs. And the story just goes on from there. Their parents have enough power that if they're hunted down, they could keep them out of jail, but none of that is the point. Their own parents fucking framed them for a murder they committed for some creepy fucking alien's benefit... ugh. ]
It's a mess. So we're sticking together. But that's not always easy, y'know?
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It's not. Sometimes you just need a bit of space from each other. It's healthy.
[ While this place is HQ, Migo and Ana have their own lodgings, opting to come by and stay as long as they like because they can leave if they want to. ]
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Yeah. Which isn't easy. I mean, the Hostelβ that's what we call our place. It's big, but we're all still under the same roof. Too easy to find each other.
[ But here? None of them know where she is. That fact should scare her, but it's honestly something of a relief. ]
So... you know, thanks.
late 5 ever i'm sorry :c
I've already given my people the head's up that we have a guestβ [ he pauses, thoughtful ] βMigo is a recluse and will probably skulk around. Ana will likely ask about your eyeshadow brand.
that's okay, I was late this time too β₯
If I see Ana, I'll happily pass that information on.
[ She takes the sandwiches with a nod and takes a bite out of oneβ she barely manages to swallow it before she exclaims: ]
Fuck, that's good.
[ She's pretty sure she hasn't had good quality food in quite a while now. ]