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[b]Location:[/b] Verona Clinic
[b]Interactions:[/b] King [sup]([@Liriia])[/sup] and Mal [sup]([@McHaggis])[/sup][/center]
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Two Tylenol, a nap, and an Advil later didn't stop the pounding ache in the back of his eyes and especially not when woken to loud crashing, cursing and the sound of rolling cans. Convincing himself to get up seemed another matter, only furthered by the failed attempts at getting himself to fall back asleep. The returning beat of his brain against his eardrums brought Fox sitting up on the stripped mattress in his room. Only fully registering that someone could have possibly broken into his home had Fox alert and standing. Of course, the sight of his mother in her pencil skirt trying to stop her mascara from rolling under the stove stopped the beating panic in his chest. Fox slumped sideways into the kitchen's door frame, running a palm over the plains of his face.

[color=#20b2aa]"Need any help there?"[/color] Fox called out, causing his mother to jump and hit her head on the oven door's handle. She cursed and curled lower as she bit a breath through her teeth. Turning around, Marie gave her son a glare and carefully stood with her high heels and successfully rescued mascara in her hand.

The thud of Marie's purse on the counter top was Fox's only response, along with the utter done look on her face. "We're lucky we have all of your father's life insurance in a savings account," Marie sighed and ran her fingers through her frazzled hair, "I'm on a salary at the school and don't get paid until later next month. Unfortunately, that's set back another month because of the recent murder. They don't know how long the school's closed for. Could be a day, could be another week. What more, the moving truck isn't here till next Thursday."

[color=#20b2aa]"So, no furniture until next week?"[/color]  Fox took a seat beside his mother, a hand on her shoulder, [color=#20b2aa]"We're just making the best of a bad situation, mom. I'll get a part-time job somewhere, help pay for groceries. I'll look all over town for something tomorrow."[/color]  He quickly pulled his mother into a hug before she could protest, a sigh escaping her lips as she let an arm wrap around Fox's shoulder.

"I'm not doing right by you or your father," Marie mumbled, huffing a breath as she broke from the embrace to thump an arm over her purse.

Fox frowned, scratching the edge of his temple before curling over the small island. Letting his hand grasp his mom's his lips curled into a smile and he looked at her the best he could. [color=#20b2aa]"Let's make breakfast for dinner. I want some pancakes and the grocery store should be opened for a few more hours. Someone I met just recommended the best organic maple syrup,"[/color]  Fox suggested, immediately standing and pulling his mother to stand. A look of contemplation wrinkled Marie's face before she finally sighed and patted her son on the cheek.

"Fine, but lemme change."

[color=#20b2aa]"I left the basket at the clinic too, so we should hop over to get that."[/color]

Calling from the hallway, Marie slid into her bedroom filled to the brim with assorted boxes, "There's a town wide curfew, so not too late, Foxtrot."

That made sense, seeing as a killer could likely still be at large. If he had his computer and if they had internet, Fox would have likely spent the entire day studying the infamous 'Jackson Killings' they'd heard about upon arrival. Maybe then he could have avoided the pounding headache he currently tried suffocating with more pain medication. Kill his liver or kill his brain, either one worked. He shrugged and threw on one of his laid out coats before nearly tumbling down the stairs. [color=#20b2aa]"[i]Blackbird singing in the dead of night...[/i]"[/color] Fox huffed the song under his breath, his eyes finding the horizon where the sun slowly set over the dark silhouette of pines.

[color=#20b2aa]"[i]Take these broken wings and learn to fly...[/i]"[/color]

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After an extensive argument over the brand of pancake batter, his mother conceded to Fox's choice and finally made their way toward the clinic. Seeing as it was a trivial task retrieving an old festive basket, Fox went in alone only to be stopped by the nurse declaring that visiting hours would be over in ten minutes. Alright. That's cool. Fox feigned checking the time on his wrist... which contained no watch, suspiciously, and moved off to where the nurse couldn't quite see him. After a brief cough, Fox found himself in the hallway just behind the nurse and made his way down each room in search. Honestly, he could have just asked for it, but what was the fun in that? Minus the nosebleed he currently sported, of course.

Seeing a blur of green and red catch his eye, Fox stopped himself on the edge of the doorway, spotting what looked to be a broad shouldered lady smooching a rather attractive male to death. Attractive in that douchey way where you know just how much of an asshole they probably are. He knocked on the wooden door and leaned to the side so they both could get a clear view of—oh, that's not a lady.

[color=#20b2aa]"Malcolm?"[/color] Fox nearly stuttered, almost fumbling to remember his name. His eyes found the dou—other kid's and then the basket on his bedside with one oatmeal raisin cookie (of course, no one liked oatmeal or raisin; terrible combo) lonely in the midst of garish green and red. [color=#20b2aa]"I-I'm sorry, I..."[/color] he tripped over himself, barely catching the door frame and righting his error, [color=#20b2aa]"I didn't mean to interrupt the... kissing gay smooch, uh, homosexuality and the—wow, that's. Um. You guys looked... I mean, I didn't. I wasn't standing there for very long. I mean, I wasn't... watching you guys or anything. It's not like—I mean, I'm not a..."[/color]

A high pitched squeak pierced the room as Fox inhaled sharply, a large target painted on his face in bright, bright crimson red. [color=#20b2aa]"Voyeurism isn't a kink I usually display so freely?"[/color] Fox tried, shrugging and tugging one corner of his mouth to the side in an embarrassed grimace.