Beware the moors @orwillidrown - Tumblr Blog

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[they fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest]

I don't look good in my shirt?

i think you look great in your shirt. i just think i look better. and i will continue to do so when this enters my wardrobe permanently.

[he smiles playfully]

‘course…i could be persuaded to let you maintain ownership if you gave me something better…

O-oh?

you did say you’d kiss me again…

[they shrug, walking over to the bed and sitting down]

but, y’know, if you changed your mind, we can always just head to pasqualli’s now

No no! I do want to kiss you again!

Uh, I mean, yeah it's cool whatever if you want to kiss we can, sure

oh, please, don’t be all cool for my sake.

[he chuckles]

you don’t know how to do that yet

Oh thank god

c’mere.

[they motion for richie to join them]

just for future reference, i enjoy the dork look on you much more than…whatever that was

[they sit next down next to her]

That's good because I'm really bad at acting cool

yeah, i can tell. now, about that kiss…

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

well...yeah, but - holy shit. i'll turn into a bat when it's full moon, and make sure nothing bad happens to you! that's genius!

i’m not so much worried about what happens to me as much as i am worried about what might happen to everyone else. and i don’t think bat vs giant wolf is an entirely fair fight if it comes down to that.

[mal puts the hat on his head]

i just…maybe i should skip town for a few days?

fuck no, dude. hatchetfield's the perfect town for a werewolf. and hey, if you attack me, i can just fly away, ya know?

i guess…

[he chews his lip]

i still don’t want the possibility of attacking you to exist, y’know? fuck, i really have to talk to miss holloway. or at least duke, not that he’d know what to do about this, but he usually knows what to say.

[The bell rings. Miss Holloway enters the closed diner.]

Looks like I wasn't the only one covered in blood.

[She chuckles]

[their head whips up at the sound of miss holloway’s voice]

miss holloway! w-we didn’t pull you away from something imp-puh-portant, right?

Not really. I just changed my outfit back home after I got done cleaning here. There was a lot of blood that was hard to get rid of. It seeped in-between the tiles, so I closed Miss Retro's for the day.

But anyways, I'm here. I noticed it's the full moon, so might as well check up on you.

i um…i did something bad. i did something real bad. and i can’t even really remember any of it.

i remember the moon, and running, and teeth, and blood. so much blood.

[Holloway seems concerned by their fast talking.]

Here, why don't you calm yourself down first? Then we can talk.

[She gives Mal a pack of wet wipes, then heads to the kitchen to brew a cup of black coffee.]

okay, yeah, that’s…i can do that.

[mal takes the wet wipes and heads to the bathroom to wipe off as much of the blood as he can.

she returns a few moments later. their shirt is still blood soaked, but their hands and face are mostly clean save a few specklings of copper stains]

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[they fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest]

I don't look good in my shirt?

i think you look great in your shirt. i just think i look better. and i will continue to do so when this enters my wardrobe permanently.

[he smiles playfully]

‘course…i could be persuaded to let you maintain ownership if you gave me something better…

O-oh?

you did say you’d kiss me again…

[they shrug, walking over to the bed and sitting down]

but, y’know, if you changed your mind, we can always just head to pasqualli’s now

No no! I do want to kiss you again!

Uh, I mean, yeah it's cool whatever if you want to kiss we can, sure

oh, please, don’t be all cool for my sake.

[he chuckles]

you don’t know how to do that yet

Oh thank god

c’mere.

[they motion for richie to join them]

just for future reference, i enjoy the dork look on you much more than…whatever that was

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[they fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest]

I don't look good in my shirt?

i think you look great in your shirt. i just think i look better. and i will continue to do so when this enters my wardrobe permanently.

[he smiles playfully]

‘course…i could be persuaded to let you maintain ownership if you gave me something better…

O-oh?

you did say you’d kiss me again…

[they shrug, walking over to the bed and sitting down]

but, y’know, if you changed your mind, we can always just head to pasqualli’s now

No no! I do want to kiss you again!

Uh, I mean, yeah it's cool whatever if you want to kiss we can, sure

oh, please, don’t be all cool for my sake.

[he chuckles]

you don’t know how to do that yet

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

well...yeah, but - holy shit. i'll turn into a bat when it's full moon, and make sure nothing bad happens to you! that's genius!

i’m not so much worried about what happens to me as much as i am worried about what might happen to everyone else. and i don’t think bat vs giant wolf is an entirely fair fight if it comes down to that.

[mal puts the hat on his head]

i just…maybe i should skip town for a few days?

fuck no, dude. hatchetfield's the perfect town for a werewolf. and hey, if you attack me, i can just fly away, ya know?

i guess…

[he chews his lip]

i still don’t want the possibility of attacking you to exist, y’know? fuck, i really have to talk to miss holloway. or at least duke, not that he’d know what to do about this, but he usually knows what to say.

[The bell rings. Miss Holloway enters the closed diner.]

Looks like I wasn't the only one covered in blood.

[She chuckles]

[their head whips up at the sound of miss holloway’s voice]

miss holloway! w-we didn’t pull you away from something imp-puh-portant, right?

Not really. I just changed my outfit back home after I got done cleaning here. There was a lot of blood that was hard to get rid of. It seeped in-between the tiles, so I closed Miss Retro's for the day.

But anyways, I'm here. I noticed it's the full moon, so might as well check up on you.

i um…i did something bad. i did something real bad. and i can’t even really remember any of it.

i remember the moon, and running, and teeth, and blood. so much blood.

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

well...yeah, but - holy shit. i'll turn into a bat when it's full moon, and make sure nothing bad happens to you! that's genius!

i’m not so much worried about what happens to me as much as i am worried about what might happen to everyone else. and i don’t think bat vs giant wolf is an entirely fair fight if it comes down to that.

[mal puts the hat on his head]

i just…maybe i should skip town for a few days?

fuck no, dude. hatchetfield's the perfect town for a werewolf. and hey, if you attack me, i can just fly away, ya know?

i guess…

[he chews his lip]

i still don’t want the possibility of attacking you to exist, y’know? fuck, i really have to talk to miss holloway. or at least duke, not that he’d know what to do about this, but he usually knows what to say.

[The bell rings. Miss Holloway enters the closed diner.]

Looks like I wasn't the only one covered in blood.

[She chuckles]

[their head whips up at the sound of miss holloway’s voice]

miss holloway! w-we didn’t pull you away from something imp-puh-portant, right?

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[they fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest]

I don't look good in my shirt?

i think you look great in your shirt. i just think i look better. and i will continue to do so when this enters my wardrobe permanently.

[he smiles playfully]

‘course…i could be persuaded to let you maintain ownership if you gave me something better…

O-oh?

you did say you’d kiss me again…

[they shrug, walking over to the bed and sitting down]

but, y’know, if you changed your mind, we can always just head to pasqualli’s now

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[they fake gasp and puts a hand on his chest]

I don't look good in my shirt?

i think you look great in your shirt. i just think i look better. and i will continue to do so when this enters my wardrobe permanently.

[he smiles playfully]

‘course…i could be persuaded to let you maintain ownership if you gave me something better…

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

well...yeah, but - holy shit. i'll turn into a bat when it's full moon, and make sure nothing bad happens to you! that's genius!

i’m not so much worried about what happens to me as much as i am worried about what might happen to everyone else. and i don’t think bat vs giant wolf is an entirely fair fight if it comes down to that.

[mal puts the hat on his head]

i just…maybe i should skip town for a few days?

fuck no, dude. hatchetfield's the perfect town for a werewolf. and hey, if you attack me, i can just fly away, ya know?

i guess…

[he chews his lip]

i still don’t want the possibility of attacking you to exist, y’know? fuck, i really have to talk to miss holloway. or at least duke, not that he’d know what to do about this, but he usually knows what to say.

[last post here]

Yeah getting my own room was one of the best days of life, besides today

Uhm, yeah I love anime, it's, uhm... Is it... Too much?

[they blush from embarrassment]

no! i mean, it is a lot. but you’re passionate! it’s always nice to see that.

should i step out while you change, or…?

Oh ok! Cool

Uhm no it's fine I'll just grab some clothes real quick and I'll go change in the bathroom and you can go ahead and change in here

any clothes i should avoid borrowing, then? or do you just wanna pick out an outfit for me?

No no you're allowed to wear whatever you want

you really don’t mind if i raid your closet? i promise i’ll return whatever i borrow as soon as i get it washed

Yeah, I trust you

cool.

[they start to pick out clothes from the closet, trying to find things that wouldn’t set off alarm bells at home. he picks up a colorful button down]

okay, might have to go back on my word about getting you your clothes back. this is sick, i’ll have to keep it

Uh-uh! Buy you're own cool colorful clothes

[he laughs]

i already do! unless, you don’t think my clothes are cool?

[they toss the shirt onto the bed and go to look for the rest of an outfit]

i just don’t have that shirt, and you made the mistake of letting me see it. so really, it’s your fault you’re never getting that shirt back

No, sorry, you're clothes are super cool!

oh, i know.

[they wink]

just messing with you.

[she looks over the outfit they laid out. it wasn’t too far from something he’d construct from his own closet]

what do you think?

Looks good!

[Richie goes to his closet and quickly grabs some clothes]

I'll, uh, get out of your way now

don’t take too long, i might find more clothes of yours to take!

Ha, you better not!

[Richie leaves and shuts the door behind him]

[mal quickly changes clothes. she walks to the mirror to see how they look. they’re oversized on him. he usually wore clothes that were a little too big. it felt right. most of the time. even more so now]

[a minute later Richie knocks on the door]

Is it okay to come in?

yeah!

don’t worry, i didn’t take any more of your shirts

[he opens the door]

Suree, how do I know you're not lying?

[he holds up his hands and chuckles]

you can search me if you’d like

Uh-uhm

[he blushes]

you don’t have to.

[she smiles, lowering her hands]

you do have to tell me how i look though. is it completely ridiculous?

No you look really good!

Although I guess it wouldn't makes sense to tell someone they look ridiculous in m-my clothes

fair point.

[they do a quick spin]

personally, i think i’m wearing this shirt better than you do. another point in the “mal should totally keep this shirt” column

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

well...yeah, but - holy shit. i'll turn into a bat when it's full moon, and make sure nothing bad happens to you! that's genius!

i’m not so much worried about what happens to me as much as i am worried about what might happen to everyone else. and i don’t think bat vs giant wolf is an entirely fair fight if it comes down to that.

[mal puts the hat on his head]

i just…maybe i should skip town for a few days?

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

you absolutely can, okay? next time, we'll just...we'll wait for miss holloway to do something, maybe a spell or a potion or one of her..witchy things, and then it's all gonna be alright

i appreciate the optimism, but your capri-suns lasted, what, less than a month?

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[jackie dials up miss holloway's number]

it's jackie, you need to get to the diner. no, it's..mal, i don't know what happened, she's not doing- okay, i'll see you soon.

[jackie hangs up and sits on the floor next to mal]

she'll be here soon. it's gonna be okay, alright?

it might not be.

[he sighs]

a full moon lasts three days. why did i think i could handle this?

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?

i don’t know. that’s the problem.

[they hold their arms close to their body.]

full moon last night, y’know? guess i didn’t prepare well enough. woke up in the witchwood this morning like this.

oh...oh shit. thats not good. i'm gonna call miss holloway, you just...stay here

right. yeah. good idea.

[she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her nighthawks hat. they rub the embroidery with their thumb, timing their breaths to the action.]

[mal swings the door to miss retro’s open frantically, practially breaking it off its hinges.

he rushes to the back office only to find it locked and empty. miss holloway must be off helping duke and another troubled kid. they knew that drill personally. or maybe they were out on a date. that was an optimistic thought that passed fleetingly as he pulled himself back into the distress of the present moment]

fuck!

[she sinks to the floor, back pressed to the door of the office. they cradle their knees and bury their head in their arms, looking down at the dried blood caked onto their clothes.]

[the bell of the door rings as jackie opens it and comes in. unsuspecting, on her phone and with headphones on, she wants to make her way to the kitchen for a milkshake - when she smells blood, she looks up from her phone, she gasps and drops it.]

holy shit, mal, what happened? are you okay, are you bleeding?

it’s not— it’s not my blood.

[he runs his hands through his hair.]

do you, uh, know where miss holloway is?

[jackie kneels next to him.]

no, i'm sorry. wait, what do you mean it's not your blood? whose is it?