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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

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“Oh really?” Vaughn questioned, fingers now feeling the material of his trousers again distractedly. He glanced at the drink, eyes narrowed. Kaz was already seeming intoxicated.

"I repeat. Dad was a dick," he said, twirling his glass absently on the table

“I could always take him off your hands,” Vaughn suggested in a dark tone, loosing folding his arms across his chest now.

Kaz laughed a little. “Nah. Already took care of him. My cousin and I sent his ass straight back to hell as soon as we knew how. He’s deader than disco.”

Deader that disco? Who the hell even says that? Vaughn thought with a slight frown. But he nodded anyways. “Good,” he simply said, running a hand across his jaw. He felt light stubble along the skin and made a mental reminder to shave back at the gas station. He wanted to ask what Kaz was exactly, if he didn’t have a soul, but he thought that to be too personal. He wouldn’t want people asking him things like that.

Kaz glanced over at the way Vaughn’s hand ran over his face, his intrusive thoughts barging their way through his mind again. Getting buzzed with a serial killer wasn’t his brightest idea, but at least if he said something wrong he’d be getting shot by an attractive serial killer

(Lmao, he’s just thinking at least he’s attractive)

“What are you?” Vaughn suddenly asked, dropping his hand back down onto the table

//lmaoo
“if i die at least he’s cute”

(Yep lol) Kaz looked up, stunned out of his daydreaming. He shrugged, and before he could stop himself the words “I’m whatever you’d like me to be,” slipped through his filter. Shit. Thank you, alcohol

Vaughn most likely would have choked up he had something in his mouth. This kid was bloody insane. “That’s inappropriate talk,” he muttered.

Kaz kept his smile even though he was internally screaming his stupidity. Well he had already gotten this far, why not dig himself a grave? “It’s only inappropriate if you’re like…12.”

“That’s not what I meant, it’s just uncalled for,” Vaughn said with a heavy frown.

Kaz put a hand up. “Okay, yes. Uncalled for. I may or may not be tipsy. Sorry,” he rambled, anxiety slamming into him like a train wreck. He was so getting shot

Vaughn didn’t understand mindless flirting with people you weren’t comfortable around. That was exactly why he was Demi. He gave a low hum, adjusting his tie as he slipped the suit jacket back on. “Good to know you understand.”

Kaz nodded. "I'm sorry. That was actually really uncalled for. I am apparently physically incapable of not saying the wrong thing today."

// so I'm finally back and I think I'm going to ADORE Cal

After countless moments sitting around her apartment, not sleeping because of horror movies and serial killers and deep dark voices and a flirty girl standing outside her window, Dev decided to do something. If she wasn't going to sleep tonight, she was going to find something to do. She went back to her window and looked down the street. Where would she even go? It had to be 3 AM at this point.
Then her eyes landed on a bar: Blackout. Dev wasn't a big drinker, and she didn't usually hang out at sleazy bars, but after the way the night has been so far, what else would she do? So she threw on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket over her tank top, said goodbye to her dogs, and headed out the door.

Kaz nodded. "I'm sorry. That was actually really uncalled for. I am apparently physically incapable of not saying the wrong thing today."

“You’re not like this all the time?” Vaughn asked, arching a dark brow in question.

Kaz shook his head. "No, I'm usually a lot better at keeping my mouth shut. It's just been the multiple personality thing acting up, I think."

“Mentally ill?” Vaughn asked. He thought of his Agoraphobia. That was a living hell to live with. Are the whispers causing it, or the other way around?

Kaz laughed awkwardly. "Yeah. Anxiety, depression, PTSD, multiple personality, the works. My family got hit hard by the 'messed up in the head' genes."

Vaughn nodded slowly. He wouldn’t say that he could relate. He wouldn’t give away that he was mentally ill as well. Too risky. “Sounds like hell.”

Kaz shrugged. "Eh. Been living with it most of my life. I thought being numb was the default for everyone until I told my cousin. He forced me to go to the doc, and, well. The rest is history."

“What does not having a soul feel like?” Vaughn asked, crossing his legs so his ankle was touching his knee. Any other way of crossing his legs were uncomfortable, and he tended to get fidgety if he was sitting still for too long.