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“He’s been like this ever since we found em.”
A man glanced at the window, where another man quietly dusts his suitcase. ‘Oh no…’
A masked man felt his mind rush without even taking a full glance at this “culprit”, it didn’t take an idiot to realize who his partner just caught. “Inference- let me speak with him…and please, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
The mentioned man held a worried glare in his eyes but he digressed. This man must’ve sparked something within the masked male, “Be careful Recluse…”
Recluse took a deep breath. It’s been so long, how many decades? Not that long maybe one? Two? No no he would’ve looked older…did he meet D.M?
So many questions yet he couldn’t even think to throw them at, “Trickster.”
“You know my name, well no not know. You remember it…amusing.” He continued to dust the box, study over the withered plant that once belonged to Netherwalker before grabbing an envelope. “Whiplash was sent to an imprisonment for a bit.”
“I-Is that all you can say?”
Trickster was slowly rising from his seat.
“Puppeteer almost lost her life.”
His steps were clean, smooth, melancholic, Recluse almost felt disbelief to see him.
“Trickster-“
“Vile blossom was behind all of this.”
The male bumps into the wall, Trickster was walking closer.
“Look I get it I messed up-“
A hand held his face, “And I nearly lost you…” Recluse was silent.
“Surveyor.” He cringed at the name but it was all Trickster knew, “Recluse…” he nods somberly.. “….How are they?”
“He’s out of course…she’s fine..they just started looking for us I suppose. I wouldn’t know: I was looking for you..but I sadly reminded the detective of someone: D.M..” his gaze droops.
“You’ve changed, and yet I still see you as someone who knows everything about me..sorta..I know nothing of you still and yet. Whiplash has the audacity to call us house husbands.” Recluse was silent, he lets out a soft chuckle afterwards.
Trickster tilts his head amused by the laughter before they both lean in and press their heads together.
“I missed you.”
“I…missed you as well Eli..”
It was as if they were back at the museum, wandering the fortress calming each other by pressing their heads close in a gentle manner to calm the thoughts running through Surveyors head…
Those thoughts never stopped, they were loud, obnoxious, brutal to his mind.
Right when he spotted Trickster, they vanished. Almost as if he needed some reassurance. Something to tell him that it wasn’t his fault…
“It wasn’t your fault the mission wasn’t as you planned..” he stands corrected, Someone to tell him, it was never his fault.