#drkprincedee

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Sorry this is late but here you go!!

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im analyzing your likelihood of organ failure.

"Please stay as far away from any of my organs as humanly possible. Especially when you're saying things like that!!!" Unless it was a doctor Streber didn't wanna hear that from anyone. Especially in the first five seconds of meeting some rando! When you've had your arm eaten you wanna keep the body parts you still have in one place. Especially your organs! Streber was slowly reaching in his bag with his one arm and had his only hand on his bottle of mace juuuuuuuust in case!

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@drkprincedee followed you!

"Be with you in just a second!"

She liked the busy days. Having something to do with her hands, a way to keep herself busy, was.. helpful. It was a balm to an anxious mind to keep herself far from idle.

Placing the last few books onto the display, Carrie turned to greet the new arrival- beaming and eager, as always.

"Welcome to Arcadia Books! How can I help you?"

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@drkprincedee

"Hey, kid, think your hair elastic snapped. You need a spare?"

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@drkprincedee was chatted to in line

"my main goal in life is to be the gender fucking confusion 2016 youtube warned you about." Bane says, really casual as he shifts from foot to foot, looking at his black painted fingernails. "how old are you? do you know the nuances of 2016 youtube cringe comps?"

[apoprockindajock]

@drkprincedee

TXT to: Freaky DEEky

DEE HELP

TXT to: Freaky DEEky

UR BROTHER IS INSABE

TXT to: Freaky DEEky

He asked to me hang out and I said yeah bcuz I thought we’d be back in like 30 monites. It’s been like 3 hours and we’re at some abandoned house in the middle of fcuking nowheer. And there’s ducking NOISES.

TXT to Freaky DEEky

LOOK AT THIS FACE. THUS FACE GOT ME HERE. Please help, I’ll owe you big time 😭

[apoprockindajock]

“woooooah … you’re conrad michelson! no way — what’re you doin’ here?” red locks bounce with excitement as the ( newly ) fourteen year old boy slams the door to his house closed unceremoniously. he’s been chided for that before by both parents, but he couldn’t be worried about that, now.

he practically throws himself onto the couch beside conrad, green eyes wide. “if you’re here to learn music from my dad, he normally does virtual appointments. but he’s out today with my mom. anniversary stuff.” he sticks out his tongue with a gag. gross. but as soon as the thought comes, it seems to be quickly abandoned as he runs through other possibilities for conrad’s presence through his head.

“you’re not tryin’ to rob us, are you? i know we have a big house and all, but we’re not rich. if we were, i’d have my own motorcycle by now. oh! wait, don’t tell me — you’re gonna teach me how to wrestle! as a belated birthday present! you do know how to wrestle, don’t you? i just kinda assumed.”

he takes off his green, faux-leather jacket ; a gift from his uncle chive when he was young. apparently it used to be his, hence the rip in the shoulder. heavy’s face twists as he thinks, finally looking up at conrad with a frown.

“wait … you’re not here for dee, are you? are you gonna beat him up? ‘cause, you’re strong and everything, && dee is definitely, like, the biggest jerk i know, but you’re gonna have to get through me if you wanna try to take him down. he’s still my brother. or whatever.”

Maybe it was just the mood he was in that day, or the fact the kid was acting like he'd had more caffeine than Conrad himself (not an easy feat) but Conrad couldn't help the immediate thought that crossed his head of 'this kid's alright.' Though, it certainly didn't hurt that the red head immediately addressed him like he was some kind of celebrity (he was a prideful guy with a big ego, so sue him!) "Hey man. Yeah, I'm here for-" Conrad's words were cut off as the younger boy began spooling out theories, some FAR more plausible than others. Conrad had been biting back laughter at the robbery theory, and actually had to laugh after being told that this kid (who barely comes up to his chest, if they're being honest) was going to protect his brother from him. It's not a mean laugh- not like the one he might use when joining his teammates in meanspirited banter, or when he was actively trying to hurt someone. It was warmer, rounder- a fond sound, even. Oh, if only Heavy know it was Conrad who needed protecting. "Are you done? Can you take a breath, before I get worried you'll pass out?" Conrad asked, leaning back on the couch and held up his hands pressing a finger down as he went over each point Heavy had lobbed. "Okay, so, to answer in order: I know exactly jack and shit about musical instruments, so not here for that. I'm not going to rob you, and I don't think most people are robbed in the middle of the afternoon while they're home, and especially not after I've seen your mom pick you up- she could break me like a toothpick. And sorry dude, I don't know how to wrestle. I mean, I can take someone down, but I don't think it's be legal in an actual match." Conrad said, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, wanting to get it out of his face a bit. Fuck whoever said it wasn't okay for guys to wear headbands- he didn't WANT to cut his bangs yet. "Oh, and yeah- I'm here to see Dee. Not to beat him up though, so no worries about that. We've got a project at school to work on together, so I'm here for that." Conrad did look at the green eyes boy and couldn't help the genuine smile that split his face, "You know, I think it's badass that you'd try and keep your brother safe." And he means it, the sincerity clearly audible in his words. ...but he can't be too kind, so he does smirk afterwards. "Big emphasis on try, though. If I wanted to fight, you and your bro wouldn't stand a chance." There's a not of challenge to his words, but not one of danger. Similar to how one might challenge someone to a game- low stakes, but potentially very fun. Not a beating, but a roughhouse. +++ "You can do better than that, smallfry!" Conrad spoke in a voice that was slightly out of breath but filled with joy, as he held the smaller boy in a headlock. Not one meant to hurt, but one meant to encourage Heavy to break out and play. While waiting for Dee to come out and call him in to work, he'd decided to show Heavy how he was able to take someone down. Which had inevitably unraveled into the 2 boys finding common ground in a shared love- playful physical violence. "Well fine, if you're not gonna be a challenge, I guess I'll just fall asleep here and now." Conrad flopped back on the couch, still holding Heavy's head and making a show of pretending to pass out (providing enough arm slack for Heavy to slip out and make another attempt.) It was dumb, and Conrad knew it...but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the freak for having a brother like this. Maybe he was just overthinking, but life felt like it'd be a lot less lonely with someone like Heavy around.

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"-was really fucking stupid, man! What were you trying to do?" Conrad asked, angrily looking at his teammate from behind school. "What's the big deal, Conman? We didn't hurt him or anything." Lucas said, offering his friend a confused look, "We just messed with his work a bit. I don't think the freak even got in trouble or anything." The freak. That made Conrad's stomach grip tight and angry for reasons Conrad wasn't ready to address, which only made him feel more angry as he took an aggressive step closer to the other athlete. "The big deal is, if he talks you could get benched! You want to risk the whole team because you couldn't leave fucking Metal alone? Seriously?" Conrad asked, and he decided that the feeling of loathing he got from talking about his history partner like that was just indigestion. Lucas frowned, looking grumpy at the chastising, "He's not going to tell- he's a freak but he wouldn't snitch. And even if he did, coach won't bench me this late in." "I'm not taking that chance! There's a big game Friday and I-WE, have worked way too hard to let you fuck it up by acting like a jackass! Leave Metal alone, Luke. End of." Lucas scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Conrad, "Damn, didn't know you cared so much about him. Guess working together on that stupid paper helped you find a new bo-" Conrad shot a hand out, gripping Lucas' shirt and pulling the other boy close, teeth bared, "Finish that sentence and I'll make you swallow your own tongue." he growled, staying in Lucas face for a moment before turning his back to his (former?) friend. "Be on time for practice. You heard what I said, dude- leave Metal alone at his job."