[And deep enough to turn all the dirt he tried to plug the hole up with into sludge in less than ten seconds, but hey, what Quentin doesn’t know won’t hurt him (unlike Ash).]
Did you find what you were looking for I did In case you were wondering
Yeah but There are worse things out here than bleeding out You should know that by now
[Even at a distance, that goddamn cabin is like a beacon for evil. You can feel it everywhere, in the wind, in the trees, from whatever is moving underneath the floorboards. (Three guesses as to what that might be and the first two don't count.)]
If the stuff out here is that bad, I'd rather have you with me than bled out. Tourniquet it.
[ No comment on the minutes, because he's not actually sure about the time. Knowing that Ash's wound is worse than he'd like definitely puts a fire under his ass, but...there's a lot of stuff to sift through here. Kind of sad. ]
[Ash relaxes as much as he can when he’s losing blood by the second. Quentin isn’t even close to the cellar. Good.]
There should be a bedroom right next to it with all our stuff in it
[His and Linda’s stuff that is. He doesn’t have to say it, but that’s exactly what’s in there. Linda’s clothes are still hanging in the closet. They barely had enough time to get unpacked.]
I didn't. Makes sense you'd be good at it with your bigass hands Next time I see you at the saloon, you'll have to take over for the player piano
[ He hurries to the side bedroom, scouring around under the bed, behind the door. The closet is a quarter-full of enough women's clothes for a few days, but not the kind of thing he's looking for. Still, he tugs a couple tops off hangers. Grabs a couple of wire hangers, too, as long as they fit in his bag. The possibilities of those are endless. When he steps back out, there's...something's rooting around under the floorboards. ]
Checking the kitchen and checking on you. Status update please
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[He is not going to have a breakdown, he is not going to have a breakdown, heisnotgoingtohaveabreakdown—]
Got any other bright ideas
gross and delicious
👅
Deep enough to burn
[And deep enough to turn all the dirt he tried to plug the hole up with into sludge in less than ten seconds, but hey, what Quentin doesn’t know won’t hurt him (unlike Ash).]
Did you find what you were looking for
I did
In case you were wondering
no subject
15 min
Since you found it, you can hold tight then, right? Do you have a belt?
no subject
15 exact minutes
You sure about that
Yeah but
There are worse things out here than bleeding out
You should know that by now
[Even at a distance, that goddamn cabin is like a beacon for evil. You can feel it everywhere, in the wind, in the trees, from whatever is moving underneath the floorboards. (Three guesses as to what that might be and the first two don't count.)]
Where are you
no subject
[ No comment on the minutes, because he's not actually sure about the time. Knowing that Ash's wound is worse than he'd like definitely puts a fire under his ass, but...there's a lot of stuff to sift through here. Kind of sad. ]
In the back
there's a piano
no subject
There should be a bedroom right next to it with all our stuff in it
[His and Linda’s stuff that is. He doesn’t have to say it, but that’s exactly what’s in there. Linda’s clothes are still hanging in the closet. They barely had enough time to get unpacked.]
I can play the piano
Did you know that
no subject
Next time I see you at the saloon, you'll have to take over for the player piano
[ He hurries to the side bedroom, scouring around under the bed, behind the door. The closet is a quarter-full of enough women's clothes for a few days, but not the kind of thing he's looking for. Still, he tugs a couple tops off hangers. Grabs a couple of wire hangers, too, as long as they fit in his bag. The possibilities of those are endless. When he steps back out, there's...something's rooting around under the floorboards. ]
Checking the kitchen and checking on you. Status update please