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"How about... The Babadook?" Gregory looked up from his phone with a stupid grin having just saw a meme about the movie. The incredibly tall boy sat criss-cross as he waited for a response. Freckles littered his body coupled with tanned skin. He looked like a total dork, glasses and all. "It's not even scary or nothin'," he reassured Jacob, "the movies more of a psychological horror, so yeah." Rummaging through his bowl of microwave popcorn he glanced around, curious if anyone else had seen the flood of memes on tumblr. Apparently netflix had put the horror in the lgbt+ section and then suddenly memes about the babadook being a gay icon exploded.

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Ezekiel closed his eyes, breathing in the warm scent of wet dirt. All he could think to do was kiss his lover's cheek. The comforting sound of rain and quiet, heavy breathing created a private atmosphere. The two men lay happily on an older futon, surrounded by the walls of an abandoned, still furnished home. While things between the two were usually tense to say the least that night was different. They hadn't seen each other for quite sometime, Vincent labouring for, well, things that one wouldn't be proud of, while Zeke did his usual... Well, thing he wasn't proud of.

Groteske frowned at the three brown bottles in front of him. Being a larger canine and also having a huge tolerance for most addictive substances he was drunk. Usually this would be enough for a regular canine to be drunk off his ass, completely wasted, but there he was. Maybe it was because of the painful numbness in his chest? It was like this terrible mixture of nostalgia and bittersweet sadness. He just missed his youth, or more the attitude of youth. The murder, crime, abuse, and drug addiction he did not miss a bit. Though, he did long for the excitement associated with those things. The blood thumping action, the extreme highs and lows... Things he lacked now.

"I love you," Ezekiel whispered, eyes closed and smiling sweetly. In response Vincent wiggled closer, kissing the larger of the two's neck. Without the couple's past they seemed loving, soft. At that moment they were too, which was probably why they were barely speaking, they didn't want to spoil the moment. All that was necessary was each others warmth. No words, no movement, no violence.

"Fucking..." Grot closed his eyes with a groan, jaw tightening. This was just lame, not to mention so miserable. Some drunk dude whining in some random part of the forest. No where near a cozy bed which at this time of night was where he ought to be. Not doing whatever the hell he was doing now, silently complaining and shit. Still, that's all he had the energy to do. Even fucking sleeping felt like a damn chore, or maybe a waste of time. Whatever. The point was, everything fucking sucked no matter what he was doing. He could be selling drugs and living at mach speed and he'd be miserable. On the other hand he could be comfortable and moving at snail pace and he'd still be fucking unhappy. Even in the middle, like his life in bloodclan, things were unsatisfactory.

Happily sighing Ezekiel hugged Vincent.

Pissily groaning Groteske kicked at the beer bottles.

Greg straightened his back, grinning, "Well, pretty much what Lex said. Except it's about mental illness, like, the babadook is a metaphor or whatever." He shoveled a pile of popcorn into his mouth, chewing quietly as nodded at Tommy. Adjusting so he faced the group better he swallowed. "Yeah, disney is the bomb," he said with sincerity, "The Little Mermaid is my favorite. I'll totally sing every song." Chatty Cathy smiled.

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