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o3 panic attacks; text

[You know what's absolutely and completely weird? The fact that there is not a single typo in Jacuzzi's post today.

That's because he's so far beyond panic attack he's settled into a state of complete calm because this can't be happening to him.]

i told my parents.

they kicked me out.

what am i gonna do, guys?

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What?

[This is actual terror. There's no way she could have read that correctly. This couldn't happen to poor Jacuzzi, right?]

they thought i might start doing illegal stuff, since he was a bootlegger.

i'll be okay though. really. you shouldn't worry or anything.

Edited 2014-03-12 00:45 (UTC)

But that's not your fault!

Where will you go? Where will you sleep? Where will you get your food?

i'll figure something out i guess? i made it this far...

[She can't see him SHAKE HER HEAD ANGRILY at all of this, but she does it anyway.]

No, you'll come stay with us, alright?

no that's okay! i couldn't put you guys out like that! i'll figure it out, really.

No, I insist! You're in a real pickle and we're gonna help you out as best we can!

[There's a pause when suddenly her dumb Dian brain clues into something: she's talking to Jacuzzi. Shy little Jacuzzi who probably doesn't deserve any peer pressure she could possibly be inflicting.]

What I mean is, you're our friend and we wanna lend you a hand. We have a guest room free for the taking and it wouldn't put us out at all. If you need a place, we're offering it.

i couldn't even pay you guys rent if you wanted. i'd just be a burden and nobody needs that right now.

You don't have to pay anything! It's our treat!

Besides, we all need each other after all this.

but that makes me a freeloader...

It makes you one of our closest friends!

Which you already are. But even closer!

maybe for a few nights.

only until i figure something out! i can clean and stuff and i can cook well enough too so i can do chores to make up for it.

Edited 2014-03-12 01:57 (UTC)

Excellent!

Don't worry about any of that! And you can stay as long as you please

please let me help out at least?

are you really both okay with this?

Well... alright, if you insist.

Of course! In fact, hold on a sec!

[About 30 seconds later...]

Yeah, I agree with Miria. It's really no problem!

See? It's all good!

[You know what's really good? The fact Isaac and Miria can't see him.

Because he's crying and for once it's not because he's scared.]

you guys...

[They can't even really tell that he's sad or anything. That's Isaac and Miria for you.]

We'll make sure everything's all ready when you arrive!

Leave everything to us, pal!

thank you guys.

[He's not sad, that's the thing. For once, he's really, really happy. The shittiest thing in his life just happened and he's got people to back him up.

He's really, really happy.]

It's really no problem, buddy.

We're just happy you'll be around!

[They really are excited to have Jacuzzi around. It always seems like the guy needs a pick-me-up. If this is how they do it, it's worth every amount of energy they have to expend.]

i um

i just don't know where you guys are.

[Long pause.]

Oh. Uh. Something Old Antiques.

At [address]

Just a couple blocks away from Dead District.

are you guys sure it's okay?

[Because you'll have a kid on your doorstep with a backpack of his stuff if you say yes.

Looking like a puppy left out in the rain the kid is just pathetic.]

We're positive!

We've never been more sure of anything in our lives!

[Do you want to fade this into action or handwave it?]

[A... smidge of action before wrapping it up, I think.]

[And so the Dians' time is spent cleaning the living area of their house. Miria carries out any supplies she had been leaving there, while Isaac dusts off some shelves and end tables. They put on some fresh sheets for the bed and give the room a once-over. The room is mostly used for Mrs. Harvent's benefit, so it has a slightly old-fashioned style to it. It also seems a little bare...

Ah ha! Giving a quick glance at the clock, they race downstairs to the shop and rummage through some of the things for display. Miria is the one to find what they're looking for: a smooth, wooden desk. They lift it up carefully and carry it up the stairs. They stop once or twice, but they eventually manage to fit the stupid thing into the back corner of the room. They plug in a lamp and set it upon the desk. He might need to study and stuff.

They give the room a final once-over before deeming it fit.

Hopefully, they finished this all before Jacuzzi's arrival. But you never know how long these two will take to complete any kind of work.]

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