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((I just realized that Billy Joel is still alive… sorry))
((I just realized that Billy Joel is still alive… sorry))
Lmao, so is dolly 😅 can we act like they are? )
((Alright. I didn't notice either bc I'm sleep deprived so oops on my part there))
Billy Joel approached the boy, humming slightly. "Evening."
Lol. I'm staying up cos there's a lunar eclipse happening at midnight for me )
John, ironically, didn't recognize him at first. "Hey. What're you out here for?" He assumed he was one of those crazy people who run out in the middle of winter in the middle of the night, for whatever godless reason.
((Nioce))
"Well, you are part of the group that summoned us, aren't you?" He asked, smiling.
John took a double take, looking back at him. His face lost all color, realizing who it was.
The man chuckled. "Well, what are you out here for?"
"Waiting.. For.. My mom.." He replied slowly.
"Ah." He said, nodding. "Would you like me to give you the run down, or has Dolly already spoken to you?"
"I have no clue what is happening," John whispered.
"Well, long story short, you summoned us for guidance, and helping you would help us get to heaven. If, of course, you want to." He said, smiling kindly.
John blinked a few more times, wondering if his one can of smuggled alcohol was laced with some kind of backwoods Cuban drug. "Well.. Sure," oh geez, hopefully his mom wouldn't notice.
"You-and your friends- you are the only one's who can see us, you know." He said, almost off handily.
John felt a lump travel down his throat with his next swallow. "You are…" He shifted his weight. "You are Joel..?"
"Yeas, yes I am."
He took a step back, just to let it sink in. "Well, holy shit,"
Billy chuckled. "I couldn't have said it better myself."
"So, are you…? Going to be with me all the time?" John asked him.
"Pretty much." He said, looking around.
He chewed on his lip a little. "Mr. Joel," he shrunk into himself, "Are you sure…? I mean… My personal life isn't.. Super rosy," he murmured with an atmosphere of shame.
((I'm adopting him now that's it he's my son))
"If you'll have me, kiddo." He said, patting his shoulder.
He shrugged lightly. "It's mostly my dad," John spoke, peering down the street for his mom. Checked the time on his phone. "If she's not here by 10, I've gotta walk, which either means dad's home early or she hit an episode.."
WAIT! IRIS'S GHOST IS ELTON JOHN!//
OH OOF WHO GONNA RP ELTON ?? )
If CW declines i can take him!)
((I CAN CERTAINLY TRY
I just realized we totally forgot that we put in Cliff Burton oops))
"What happens if he is home early, if you don't mind me asking?"
Oof )
He rubbed his hands, warmed them up against his neck. It took him a long time to respond. "Normally he spends all night at a bar, by the time he gets home he's too tired to lose his temper but if he gets home early," John murmured, actively avoiding eye contact, "The slightest thing puts him off. He's got Explosive Anger Syndrome, I think its called. But he won't get the medicine for it,"
"I'll be right here." He said, a bit uncertain.
He rubbed his sleeved arm, "I practically worhsip you," he laughed a little.
"Kiddo, you can calm down." He laughed.
His smile softened. "Okay, sir,"
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