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[hymen]

[ resting atop your pillow: a luxe, cream envelope, your name embossed in gold letters, holding a textured invitation — ]

@drunksir

[mygoodsir]

We should fuck on the roof.

[deadnerve]

it's not raining, is it

[mygoodsir]

Does it matter?

[deadnerve]

a little

when do you wanna do it

[mygoodsir]

Now.

Only you must come peel me off the floor.

[deadnerve]

fine by me
where r u?

[mygoodsir]

My room.

I think.

[deadnerve]

you better be bc i hate wasting time

[But so begins Kieran's walk through the halls, looking for Harry - he starts by going straight to his room, still texting on the way. (And also eating a twizzler.)]

are you drunk

[mygoodsir]

tragically.

[Yeah, he's... not there. But the door to the bathroom is open, and then the door to the adjoining room as well.

Harry, it turns out, is on Will Graham's floor.]

[deadnerve]

[Lucky for him, Kieran is inquisitive. And a snoop. He comes in, spends a moment in Harry's room (really debating poking around,) before he goes through to the other suite. He stands in the doorway, stopping what he's typing, and just quietly goes 'ah' under his breath. Puts his phone away in a hoodie pocket, and moves closer to Harry. Nudging him with his toe.]

If you've got whiskey dick, we can do something else, y'know.

[mygoodsir]

Nonsense! I've been drinking merlot.

Help me up, my dear boy.

[Waving a hand in the air.]

[deadnerve]

Here, here...

[He stands at his side, and reaches down with both arms - taking a grip of Harry's arm and giving a pull. He's small but he's got experience using leverage to his advantage; oof, c'mon. C'mon...]

post Mila intervention

[mygoodsir]

I can't take you to New Zealand, dear.

But I am going to write you a cheque for a large sum of money, for wherever you and your sister wind up.

[deadnerve]

what? why?

i have my bag packed.

[mygoodsir]

Firstly, it's winter there.

Secondly, I can't just steal you away from your family.

I'm so sorry, Kieran. But I do want to help. The money is yours, no strings.

[deadnerve]

wait, did mila talk to you?
what the hell did she say exactly

[mygoodsir]

No. She did not.

I've just had time to sober up and realise that stealing a teenage boy from his family certainly looks like kidnapping.

[deadnerve]

[suspiciously not buying that if only bc of mentioning her in the first place]

i'm not a fucking kid
im 18. im an adult
you're not kidnapping anyone
I WANT to go

[mygoodsir]

And I don't want to risk losing my career because your father finds out I've absconded with his son to an exotic locale.

[deadnerve]

[He shouldn't have told him anything about his dad.]

you'll be in a porno but this is drawing the line, huh?

[mygoodsir]

One: nobody can prove it was me, you can't see my face.

Two: that was a different situation entirely.

Three: Kieran, I will still help you.

[deadnerve]

i don't want your charity
i want what you promised
you're backing out like a fucking coward

[mygoodsir]

Why do you care if an old drunk comes with you on holiday?