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Lex shrugs. "Fuck, man, I just like their music. Sure, the titles suck ass-"
"Blame that on Reid. I swear that fucker actually huffs that weird liquid you find in C-Extract." Ashley interrupts him.
"Whatever. Did you bring your guitar over at least? We're going to be stuck on a boat for a few days."
"Actually, I did." Ashley reaches behind her back and in one smooth motion, she pulls out a bright silver electric guitar. You're not super knowledgeable on musical instruments but you can tell it's old, given the scratches and dents all over its body.
"Kickass!" Lex smacks Ashley on the back too hard, causing her to stumble closer to the edge of the harbor.
For a moment, you swear you saw Benedict's lifeless eyes widen upon seeing the guitar. <<span class="mu-b">"...music. When's the last time..."</span>> Weird. <span class="mu-b">Something's hampering you from fully reading his mind.</span>
"Hopefully it's not all punk nonsense. As much as I enjoy it myself, I rather not rile him up too much." Adam glances back at Benedict, who seems transfixed at the guitar.
Ashley kneels down in front of the half-anomaly half-human chef. "Do you want to listen to a song later?" She puts on a calm, soothing voice that contrasts harshly with her normal gruff and gravely tone.
It takes a moment for Benedict to respond. He slowly nods. "P-PleaS-s-eeE."
"Okay, champ." She gently pats him on the head. Benedict doesn't respond to the touch. "We'll do that later, okay?"
Lex, Adam, and even you are a bit shocked at this. She simply shrugs at the bewildered looks she's getting. "What? Did you expect me to be mean to him?" <<span class="mu-b">"I really not have another person exploding incident, at least."</span>>
"No? Just didn't expect it." Lex shrugs.
"I'm not complaining. Just unexpected." Adam nods in agreement.
"Speaking about him-" You take this moment to swerve the conversation over to Adam and Benedict. "You, uh, how to put this nicely..."
[UNSTABLE] "Acting like a completely deranged lunatic the moment I called you? That's supposed to be MY JOB, thanks."
Benedict grits his teeth. <<span class="mu-b">"F-FrienD inSult..."</span>> Adam promptly steps in between you and Benedict. "What's your point?" Shit, you should probably take some meds of your own soon. You shake your head to clear your thoughts.
"What was the whole 50 guests thing about? Don't restaurants normally have that many people on a busy day?"
The two deflate a bit when you realize what you're on about. Adam lets out a sigh before trying to get the resolve to speak. "...The last few days have been very stressful. Work's been killing me and I haven't gotten a solid eight hours of sleep for a week now. Most I get is 3-4 hours for, well."
"S-SorRy. M-My FauLt, RiighT?"
"No, no-" Adam tries his best to comfort his friend. "It's just been a lot of work lately and today, it got even worse. Someone leaked a rumor about Benedict and, well, a buncha weird 'occult' freaks wanted to have a PARTY in my fucking restaurant. 50 of them, in fact."
