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Kasper sat in his messy and trashed apartment, on his couch (which is also his bed because this place doesn't even have a bedroom) in his tiny prison he made for himself. He finally got up after what felt like hours at staring at the blank wall in front of him. He walked throughout the place without a thought in that fucked up brain, but at least he was conscious enough to realize he need some food. He couldn't go more then three steps with stepping on some trash, a smashed bottle of liquid eyeliner, probably some hair-balls from Poptart that if Kasper started go clean he'd cry (he missed her so bad), empty food packages (probably molding) and whatever else you can think of. Yep, this boy was disgusting
He checked his fridge, wow... Fuck-all in there. Cupboards?... The same. He found a haft-eaten, soggy bowl of cereal that he doesn't remember having... Probably something he ate while getting the 'high munches'. Well.. Down the hatch. Fuck.. That felt good, when has the last time I ate? Doesn't matter. He was still on the edge of crying, or throwing up... Or both. Why? Oh you know, he fucked up the only thing he had going well for himself left.
Lampert
God-dammit I fucked everything up
He doesn't even want to think about it, but for the viewers sake, he did. Last night, he was one of PartyNoobs many, many, house party's and he managed to convince his only real friend at the moment to go, he got drunk... Really drunk and probably high too. But he ended up trying to make a move on Lampert, that went poorly... Lampert got wayyy too uncomfortable and just bolted off, Kasper tried to pull him back, probably to kiss him but Lampert had way too many boundaries crossed already so he shoved Infected.
He fell on his back, sending him into a coughing fit. A really bad one. And if you're at a party filled with a bunch of drunk people, they won't care about you. Even as Kasper choked on air, gasping and coughing up bright pink blood. No one batted an eye. He genuinely thought he was going to die, the alcohol in his system causing him to panic more. So even if he going to okay in the end, he convinced himself that his would be where he died. On the floor, surround by strangers and begging for his best friend to come back.
He didn't even know how he got home in the end, maybe Poob carried him home, or the shamefulness of staying at the party was enough to get adrenaline going enough to walk home. He didn't care either way, but he does remember what happened when he got home... He stared at the full bowl of cat food he had sitting on the floor, he thought that maybe one day, just maybe Poptart would come home and finish the bowl. Even she was gone too, he had nothing to do with his day so he returned to his bed/couch and laid quietly. Comfort would be nice, someone to hold him, to wash his hair with that nice shampoo he used to have when he still lived with his parents or even just someone to sit next to him, they didn't even need to care about him, he just wanted a single fucking person in his life to stay by him. Not go missing, not dump him, not run away when he was in the right to run... Maybe he did want Lampert to run now, if he was this bad of a friend.. He shouldn't bring the other down with him.
Maybe he should go outside... He needed some things, even if he was hung over and tired, he could maybe do something productive today. So he left, grabbing some food at a gas station (or a 'servo' for us Aussies :3) and went to the liquor store, then passed by an alleyway, Infected knew this alleyway... Kasper didn't. He knew his supplier was there, so he grabbed some 'devils lettuce' or whatever the fuck you'd call it, weed he got fucking weed. At least his supplier has good prices. When he was walking back, his phone buzzed... No no no, Lampert, you're supposed to leave me behind. Stop caring for me.
Lampert 3:14pm : Hey
Lampert 3:14pm : I wanted to make sure you're okay
Lampert 3:14pm : Sorry I left
Kasper 3:15 pm : Don't be sorry
Kasper 3:15pm : And don't worry about me
Lampert 3:15pm : I heard you started having some kind of asthma attack after I left, Split had to carry you home
Oh, it was Split who got me home. Thanks girl.
Kasper 3:16pm : I'm fine
Then he put down his phone and got home, he didn't want to speak with Lampert anymore, not for himself but he knew DAMN WELL he'd just hurt him more. Once he got home he put everything away, it was a little hard to see because he had most of the lights off (So his power bill won't be so high), he opened his blinds a little and sat back down with the weed package in hand, where did I leave my bong?
His eyes were now a little red, not like blood-shot red but notably red. And he had some opened a can of vodka mixed with Bloxy-Cola, he breathed in more of the smoke before grabbing his phone again... Three new messages from Lampert, he opened them but didn't intend of responding, he wanted that to be their last convention.
(Start listening to "Let down" if ur listening to music)
Lampert 3: 17pm : You're clearly not okay Kas
Lampert 3:29pm : I'm worried about you
Lampert 3:48pm : I'm coming over
Shit, shit shit. No he can't come over, He'll see the state of me, the state of my home!... The state of my body.
Kasper 4:02pm : NO NO NO DON'T COME
Kasper 4:02pm : PLEASE
Kasper 4:02pm : My house is a mess, I can't have you getting sick
He thought maybe the thought of sickness would drive Lampert away.
Lampert 4:03pm : I'm worried about you, I won't stay long if you don't want me there
Apparently sickness didn't work this time.. Wow he's really demanded to see me, like those birds they used to send into mines and watch them drop dead.
*Knock knock*
L "Kasper? You in there...? I have keys to get in, if you don't want to move" he called out
FUCK- where's my long-sleeve hoodie?
Infected scattered to find it, Lampert couldn't let him see me like this. But the door swung open as he tripped over some rubbish in his panic.
L "Oh... Oh kas" it was almost a cry, the house was a reflection of Kaspers' wellbeing and how much of him was truly now 'Infected'
He walked over, offered a hand of Infected and lifted him up.
K "I'm so sorry.. So fucking sorry"
Lampert just led him to the couch, and sat beside him. He didn't care of the state of the house, the panicked look on Kasper whenever Lampert looked at anything other than his face. But it was a mix of panic and shame... He did this to himself. Lampert noticed the bong sitting on the table and could see the redness in his eyes.
L "I've changed my mind.. I'll stay for a while"
K "Why?"
L "I need to make sure you're okay"
K "Waste of your energy"
L "No.. Never"
He said cupping the sides of Kapser's face with both hands, rubbing small circles with his thumbs
L "You're never a waste to me"
The pair sat in silence, they didn't need to speak. But Kaspers body spoke all he needed, he was shaking and now a flood of tears come out of his face. He shot forward, expecting to be shoved away, into a hug, he clung to the back of that bird he'd kill in the mines like he'd die with him. His arms gripped hard into the back of Lamperts Ikea work uniform, making muffled sobs under Lamperts' head. Lampert clung back, his tail cord wrapping around one of Infected's legs. And he leaded backwards to lay with Infected on his chest.
L It's okay, I'm not ashamed.. Nor am I judging, we've all been there" he spoke soft, unlike Kaspers' shitty couch which was all he could afford.
Lampert didn't care, he just wanted to make sure Kasper was okay.
L "I wouldn't care even if you're rotting in an alley, I'd find you"