Multi-muse, Independent role-play blog for the Wild Wolf Brandon Stark and AEW Wrestler and skateboarder Darby Allin
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Darby needed the sleep. His body needed that rest so it could heal. When he got up he’d eat something and help check the news.
He woke up and stretched “ow. Fuck that hurt.” He groaned as he made himself sit up. The tv was still on but he didn’t pay attention to it. He heard Jon in the kitchen and went to join him, finding Jon and Daniel and sushi.
“hey. Thanks for this. ” He smiled at them and sat down
Mox makes sure Darby has everything he needs before rummaging in a pantry and returning with some condiments, which he plops down in the center of the table before damn near crashing into his chair.
“You can stay, y'know,” he tells Daniel, already able to tell the younger Rider’s about to grab his and leave. “You deserve a break, too.”
“You sure? Don’t want to interrupt.” Daniel’s like a kicked puppy, moments like this. Mox offers him a seat at the table with a flick of a hand, and so he sits and joins them.
The table falls into comfortable silence for a while, save for the pop of a soda can and the occasional clatter of utensils and packaging. Mox watches Darby for a moment before gently nudging one of his feet against his lover’s beneath the table.
“You’re due for pills in two hours. You going to be able to stay awake that long?”
“Come on Daniel, enjoy.” Darby said and dug into his own food.
He opened took one of the sodas and sipped it as they ate, returning the tap to Jon’s foot. “Yeah, think I can stay up a few hours. At least long enough for medicine.” He started to nod but the ache told him he’d regret that.
“Drive safe kid.” He told him as Daniel left, just out of habit. He’d was so used to saying it, especially to Jon that he ended up saying it to a lot of people. And none of the gang seemed to mind even if they thought it was a little odd.
Darby smiled a little at the question. “I’m back for real.” He said, then followed Mox. He was aware he probably looked out of place with them but even with so much time having passed he felt comfortable around them.
He took a basket to put linens in and picked those out first before he picked a bed. He made Jon sit next to him on a couple displays to get his thoughts. “Id have you try it too Pac but you won’t be sharing my bed.” If Pac stayed at his place for some reason he would probably be on the couch.
Once they had a tag for the mattress and frame they went to get a dresser. Nothing fancy . The frame and the dresser were in boxes and linens in a big bag. He loaded those while the mattress was tied down in the back end. They headed back to his place.
Mox is dutiful, letting himself be dragged onto furniture to see where and how he fits. This matters, guy as tall as he is. Not everything here is built for big men, and having your feet hang off the edge of a bed isn’t exactly restful- nor is bumping up against the footboard.
Pac, unenthused, just scoffs at the comment. Shoots Mox a look that says he’s not remotely interested. Hell, the two of them haven’t been tangling much- not since Alexander came into the picture. He’s not so sure if he should be thankful or concerned, so he hasn’t spent too much time thinking about it outside of the conversation they had to fucking have- we’re allies, but the instant you spill something you shouldn’t have, it’s fucking over, got it?
The ride back is uneventful, but Pac in the rearview is…disconcerting, to say the least. Mox hums in laughter and taps his fingertips against the steering wheel.
“I know exactly what expression he’s making under that helmet…it ain’t pretty.” It’s a step in the right direction. He told Pac not to text anyone else just yet. From the look he got in return, it was relatively clear at least someone else had their suspicions.
He thinks about that text from Marina. Shit.
He parks the truck, grabs some gloves out of the center console, and hops out to start unloading with the help of Pac.
Darby carried the smaller, lighter things and directed the other two so they didn’t run into stuff. He shouldn’t have made the crack he had but he hadn’t been able to help it .
He sat on the floor to take apart the old frame “Yeah, I know. Not everyone likes my humor.” He said, using a little extra elbow grease to get one screw undone. “God I hate taking these apart, so much more of a pain than putting it together” he grumbled. It would be so much easier with a grinder or saw but he didn’t have one and he wouldn’t be able to donate it if he cut it up.
Finally he had it apart and bagged the screws. He would wrap or box it up for donation in a bit but first he needed a drink. “You guys want something? All I have is water but I can order some beer.” He offered
