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CALL ME OUT!!!

Welcome to the Call Me Out Post!

1) Pick a muse.
2) Pick one of yours.
3) Put which one of mine you want in the subject line.
4) Discuss a prompt on Plurk or literally just start one and surprise me. I'm game.
5) We all profit.

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['Trust me'... Joseph would've liked to. He would've liked to place his faith in Sebastian the way he used to. Trouble was, after everything that'd happened, there was always that minor shred of paranoia. There was always a 'what if' to dawn on him. He couldn't even trust himself anymore, let alone another person.

Sure enough, nothing good would ever come from the words "there's something I have to tell you". That was the sort of phrase that was always followed by bad news. Joseph wasn't surprised. He simply nodded.]

Which is?

[He dreaded this. He always dreaded this the moment they came to his house. As much as he'd like to pull the wool on his eyes, that really wouldn't be fair. Joseph just had to know. It was all just a matter of the consequences behind this. The whole matter being of whether it was better or worse that he didn't know.

Joseph would wake up tomorrow with him gone, then he'd be lost, probably forever. Never to have a chance, be ignorant. But then, maybe he wouldn't be pissed at him.

He could know the cold hard facts, get the advice of just fucking try in life. Or he could feel guilty for the remainder of his life.

There was no good decision here.

It boiled down to Sebastian unsure if Joseph should live that lie or not.]

It's about why you're here at all.

[Why he was here at all? That was a pretty vague statement. Where was here? The house? The real world? (This was real. He had to keep reminding himself over and over that this was reality, no matter how many monsters he thought he could see from the corner of his eye.)

He drew a deep, steadying breath through his nose. He didn't like where this was going. Not one bit.]

I suppose... this is bad news?

Certainly not happy news.

[Meaning it basically was bad news. But it was bad news he could do nothing about, so there was no actually point calling it bad. It was as it was.

But so far, Joseph seemed calm and attentive. For now.

So he just had to buck up, be a man, and do the horrible thing he dreaded to do for the past week.]

This is my last day here.

['For now' being the keywords, because Joseph was already starting to get antsy at the confirmation that he wouldn't enjoy this particular bit of news. Sadly, Sebastian was getting vaguer by the minute and still using the term of 'here'. Where was here? Why would it be his last day? None of it made sense.

Or maybe it made perfect sense and Joseph didn't get it because STEM had messed with his perception of reality.]

What do you mean...?

[Son of a bitch. He was really going to have to just say it. As much as he wanted to dodge around and lightly tap it, he just couldn't. It was realistic, and not being blunt wasn't his style.

But it was difficult now, too difficult.

He opened his mouth, with a breath.]

I mean that tomorrow I'll be there. That was the deal.

[That still didn't make any sense. Deal? What deal? Where was there? Was Sebastian avoiding the details on purpose? It was aggravating, really, that his partner wouldn't tell him the complete truth. Why? To spare his feelings? Was Joseph that far gone?

He grit his teeth and finally moved his head off Seb's shoulder, sitting up straight to watch him dead in the eye.]

'Here' and 'there'... Dammit Seb...! Just come out and say it! What did you do?

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