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long story.

Like the only post thats blowing up right now. The wedding?

Oh IDK them so I just ignored it...

[ oh dom. ]

Why is it blowing up?

I guess Alina was married to someone but now she's married to someone else? I haven't met her yet

but I know Spike
the whole thing is really weird

What? At the same time?

dude it doesn't make ANY sense but me and Nat have the crypt to ourselves if you want to hang out

we have video games and snacks

[ yooo he came here to ask if he wanted to hang out, great success ]

That would be cool How did u manage to get games and stuff down there? Want me to bring anything

they were here already Spike likes playing Mario Kart
more snacks? Whatever you want we have a good selection down here

Dude I haven't played that in forever OK I'll go check out that bodega place real quick See u

cool

[he makes a sorry attempt at cleaning stuff up. read: picks up empty chip bags and throws them away. kind of fixes the bed to make it look - well, made. has a few minutes where he thinks about how he hasn't hung out with anyone in a normal setting and stands in the middle of the crypt, wondering if he should have offered to hang out somewhere else.

but then his phone goes off for another notification of the wedding and he doesn't want to leave at all. he keeps the video game on, makes sure the controllers are set up properly, and greets dom when he walks in. not like there's a proper way to knock on a crypt, is there?]

Hey. Do you want a beer?

Yeah, sure.

[ He's taking one strap off his shoulder, then the other, bringing his backpack forward to start opening it up and grab the spoils of snacks he brought over. The smell's gonna take some getting used to, but hey — the werewolf's had to put up with worse. Keeping quiet about what humans don't find bothersome enough to pick up is just something he learned a long time ago.

(He really doesn't want to imagine going through February's mini-apocalypse with his senses intact, though, thanks.) ]

So... why'd you pick this place?

Oh, that.

[not a funny story but definitely a long one– he doesn't know where to start so he stalls, grabs a couple beers from the mini fridge and pops them open. god, when was the last time he hung out one on one with another guy? he's doing his best not to seem or feel awkward. it's awkward enough to ask someone you barely know to come meet at a crypt instead of the arcade, which would've made more sense. lucky for travis and unlucky for dom, his expression remains somewhat stony, any feelings of uncertainty hiding in his eyes instead.]

Uh, so you know the girls I got here with? Or if you don't, the Yellowjackets soccer team?

[sip beer. stall more. steer dom in the direction of video games.]

There's ...some stuff going on with them. [not a great first impression to say that he's hiding from a girl with murderous intent.] So me and Nat are staying here with Spike while things cool off. Make sense?

[ He's talking to the guy who exiled himself in his own room for a week because everyone suddenly wanted to break his or each other's faces as soon as he was in the vicinity, so — who is he to question that decision after a vague enough explanation? Hell, maybe he should've picked something like a crypt to hide out in, too. Less risk of staff wandering in or people finding their suddenly missing friend. ]

… Yeah. Makes sense.

[ An equally vague nod, Travis' steering might as well be a point-and-tell-him-where-to-go. Dom's a good(-ish) guest and Travis isn't exactly being a bad host, considering the whole — everything. But they're also a few years away from caring about the standards of that dynamic. #Friendship is the goal. (no pun intended) (unless) ]

So, like … you and Nat are together, right?

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