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etrayalogs2025-01-24 08:46 pm
pethetic) wrote in etrayalogs2025-01-24 08:46 pm
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WHO: Ivan & Hank
WHEN: Mid/late January
WHERE: Hank's
WHAT: Till playing music for Hank (which means Hank meets Freddie), Till meeting Sumo (existential pet tripout), probable drinking
NOTES\WARNINGS: Dark themes; likely mention of death, potential consumption of alcohol, references to alcoholism, etc. Will update as needed!
[it takes Till a bit to get all his shit together. he showers, finds a change of clothes that doesn't stink, grabs his sketchbook, and then stands over Freddie. its eye rolls back up to Till, its iris trembling unsteadily. Till rolls his eyes, then packs it away.
Till isn't mature or wise enough to understand the sort of grim irony of his relationship to his guitar; Till had once smashed it on stage, killing the artificially being that was engineered with the inorganic structure of the guitar violently for shack value and to frighten the alien audience around him out of hatred... and even now, he treats it just as callously as Urak had treated Till. Freddie is less than a pet; it's a tool. and here Till is, unsure of how he's going to feel about Sumo. the irony.
anyway, Till packs his sketchbook along with Freddie, and he does some final checks on his items and his space before he leaves.
once he finally makes it to Hank's, he scoffs a brief little lopsided smirk at the "FUCK YOU" plaque before he raps his knuckles against it.]
Hey. It's Till.
WHEN: Mid/late January
WHERE: Hank's
WHAT: Till playing music for Hank (which means Hank meets Freddie), Till meeting Sumo (existential pet tripout), probable drinking
NOTES\WARNINGS: Dark themes; likely mention of death, potential consumption of alcohol, references to alcoholism, etc. Will update as needed!
[it takes Till a bit to get all his shit together. he showers, finds a change of clothes that doesn't stink, grabs his sketchbook, and then stands over Freddie. its eye rolls back up to Till, its iris trembling unsteadily. Till rolls his eyes, then packs it away.
Till isn't mature or wise enough to understand the sort of grim irony of his relationship to his guitar; Till had once smashed it on stage, killing the artificially being that was engineered with the inorganic structure of the guitar violently for shack value and to frighten the alien audience around him out of hatred... and even now, he treats it just as callously as Urak had treated Till. Freddie is less than a pet; it's a tool. and here Till is, unsure of how he's going to feel about Sumo. the irony.
anyway, Till packs his sketchbook along with Freddie, and he does some final checks on his items and his space before he leaves.
once he finally makes it to Hank's, he scoffs a brief little lopsided smirk at the "FUCK YOU" plaque before he raps his knuckles against it.]
Hey. It's Till.
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[Sumo lets out a sharp bark when he hears the knock — friend? Foe?! — but Hank gives him a head pat to help calm him. Especially with Till’s whole “my world doesn’t have dogs” thing, which has Hank mildly concerned.
Moment of truth...!
Hank slips off the couch to answer the door. Sumo stays on the couch for now, but he’s peering toward the door. Head raised.]
Hey, Till. Come on in.
[His apartment mostly looks like his house back home, albeit with less clutter. Hank hasn’t really had the heart to start collecting much. The hope is that he and Sumo won’t be here long.
Maybe someday, they’ll get to go back home — or wherever Connor got zapped to.
Hank did try to clean up some for his visitor: no bottles of alcohol to be found, empty or otherwise! On the fridge is the drawing Till did of Hank, and inside the fridge is a dancing eggdog.
It’s fine. This is going to be great.]