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@elegiaced continued
ALRIGHT. danny’s ready to leave New Orleans and never fuckin’ come back. he never LIKED the place, would rather stay in the riverboat casinos in Shreveport — the fuckin’ Isle of Capri, before it became fuckin’ Diamond Jacks, back when everything still made SENSE and danny wasn’t being fuckin’ HAUNTED by some kid from some job he never wanted anything to do with in the first place ( in 1999 cleaning out METH LABS was more danny’s scene)
‘ c’mom, baby — let me go. i’m new to this part of the afterlife and, uh — you’re goin’ a little FAST for me. ’
THE GRIP on his wrist reminds him of a python named Beatrice from WAY back in the day, when he was still doing small jobs for glass slingers in the old neighborhood: all stone cool and FIRM — a different kind of alive, a different kind of ANIMAL. it freaked him out THEN, and it freaks him out now.
‘ i don’t know how to help you when you’re talkin’ like this. you want me to come back, or… ? ’
even when he was a l i v e ; danny would've been a boy who moved a little too fast for a sugar sweet boy like laylen . a mommy's boy who pined over the bellhop boys who could lift such heavy suitcases over their heads . a boy who grew up too fast in a ( business ) that was too harsh . the dead version wasn't much different . ❜ no ! ❛ he shouted !!! a tone too sharp for him & he instantly softened it with a gentle , ❜ if you leave you aren't gonna come back ! i know it ! ❛ a loud c r a s h & the door SLAMMED shut , locking the pathetic looking pair inside . lashes fluttered , almost as puzzled as the door surely was . ❜ s t a y . ❛ he affirmed forcefully . letting go of the other’s arm tentatively ; testing him as if he was a wild rabbit who laylen was TRYING to train .
