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"Sorry. Sorry - " September relinquished his death grip on the other ever so slightly, looking guilty at the fact that he'd probably left bruises in the others skin. "I should never have taken this job. Dragon handling should have been my first tip to stay away." He exhaled slowly, pressing one hand to his head. He couldn't do this. He was a panic-prone Brit and animals calmed him down, but not these animals, and not when his ******** boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, too bad. When you're drunk its easy to steal your clothing too." He grinned at the other, all teeth like a nervous dog. "In case we don't make it out of here alive, I'm probably responsible for half of your missing inventory, including and not entirely restricted to clothes, shampoo, furniture, and other such things."

The strange familiarity of joking calmed him down just slightly, but every time he remembered what was happening and everything that was outside of his control, the panic pulsed in his gut just a little faster, just a little harder.

"Yeah - I guess. I can't - there's no phone reception, and everything's going to hell." He unwound his hand from Barry and stepped back, regaining some of his balance. "We shouldn't stay in one place for long though - do you - " He exhaled a string of particularly angry curses. "Can we stick together? I'm not entirely sure I want to go out into the apocalypse alone." He ran an aggravated hand through his hair.

"And look," He smiled crookedly at the other, a familiar look of shadowed mischievous flashing briefly across his face. "If we get out of this alive, and get away from this ******** island, I'll buy you out a whole damned bar. We can name it something dumb and I can steal your bar stools."

"You know, those are the exact thoughts I had. Except I've been having them for about, oh, the past 6 months. Though it's a bugger we never trained them. Could have used them to fly right the hell out of this place." Though he was still tempted to go and find them, but he was pretty sure that they'd eat him on sight.

It was funny, but just having someone familiar around to converse about the end of world, strangely made him feel a little better. It gave him something else to focus on. Which was the fact that he now knew why so much of his belongings had gone missing. His small grin fell into a annoyed glare at his comrade. "Hey! Do you know how long I've been looking for half my stuff? strewth, now I know why I kept losing my hat." He then pattered his head just to make sure it was sitll there. "And...why would you need to take my shampoo...it was a real good bottle of shampoo too. Made me smell like pineapple."

His next question though made his eyes widen in disbelief. "Sept, are you crazy?" He exclaimed. "Theres no way in hell I'm ditching you now. Hell, I should be asking you to stick by me." He then laughed. and laughed. And laughed some more. Because the idea of owning a bar with Sept just seemed so dam hilarious to him that he couldn't help but lose it. "That sounds like the best bloody idea ever. Don't know what well call it though. Maybe 'September thieves'' or somethin."

He wasn't sure what was going on.

Panic had risen in Tobias's throat the moment he had made his way into work that particular morning, and it had now devolved into a sort of numb horror that made him nauseated and angry.

He couldn't find September and he hated himself for not staying with him.

Shoving his way through the throngs of people, Tobias clenched his teeth, willing himself not to vomit, or worse, allow himself to believe that something had happened to the one thing in his life that he had started to let himself be close to. It didn't make sense in his head, because Tobias Bennett was not a man who even let himself open his heart to another, but somehow, in some way, September had managed to fit himself into a hole in Tobias's heart that he had not known existed before.

He hated himself for leaving him alone.

"September!" Tobias shouted, his heart clambering in his chest, his throat feeling dry, too dry. "SEPTEMBER!"

And then he saw him, just in front, and it was both a relief and a horror. Tobias ran forward and grabbed September's upper arm, hauling him around and crushing him against his chest.

"Oh, thank Heavens. Dammit, September."

"Past six months? I've been having them since I got here." He rolled his eyes at the other, shoving his hands nervously into his pockets. He repeated the action nervously nearly three times before giving it up and crossing his arms instead. "Please, Barry." he drawled. "Flying around on tame dragons only happens in novels."

He shuddered again, if only because mindless banter could only keep him sated for so long. He was panic-prone, and it had been like that since he was a child. And all he wanted was to know that Tobias was safe. That he wasn't out there somewhere in five pieces. Adrenaline rushed through his veins like wildfire, threatening the fragile calm he'd worked himself into with the help of Barry's jokes about bars and beer and stolen shampoo.

His breath hitched tightly in his throat when he heard his name, and he nearly felt nausea and panic swallow him whole at the thought of it just being another illusion. That he was making things up now - that that wasn't him -

But it was.

"Tobias - " His throat felt raw, the name scratching desperately in his throat as the man rushed forward and hauled him against his own body. "Tobias." And it was a plea, like begging for him to be real, to be there, to stay. His fingers curled painfully into the others shoulders, clutching like a lifeline.

"You're alright," He exhaled, his tone curling with desperate relief. "God, I - " He leaned back just enough that he could see the other, almost hesitantly, as though if he let go, the man would disappear. "Please don't leave." His breath hitched. "I can't lose you." And it had only been a few months that they'd been together, and he was only beginning to scratch the surface of who Tobias was. But the man had fit himself into the empty spaces in September's heart and given himself a purpose, and he wasn't ready to let him go, to lose him. Not here, not now.

"What the bloody hell is going on here."

It wasn't so much a question as it was a swear that punctuated Kisra's entrance. It was a rhetorical question at that--Whorl's mangled body, the run amok creatures, and panicked guests and staff spoke for themselves at any rate. The once pristine look of Kiera Ward was now more ruffled, though somehow despite an apocalyptic morning, her hair was still in a neat and tidy bun as before.

"Never mind," she muttered to herself, surveying who was there. She could go out alone just fine--dealing with these creatures, sedated or otherwise, had become routine. But if there were stragglers left she'd feel obligated to tend to them.

[ hi this is a post from the phone before my internet cuts out again idk who's left but I'm down for a group quote or something fuuuuu wifiiiii ]

From the endless shouts around them, Barry heard Sept's name called, then shouted, as another man came and both individuals hugged each other as if their very lives depended on it. It was heartwarming, and Barry was glad that Tobias had been found and he wouldn't have to worry about his friend being heartbroken. Though it had come as a shock to him that Sept did swing that way. He was pretty sure that was the case since the two were hugging like long lost lovers. Not that he had any problems with it mind you. He didn't care who went with who. He was just a little shocked that he was finding out now.

"U-um." Barry said, coughing into his hand to try and get their attention. "G-great to see you here Tobias. Glad your safe. Um, Barry Warren. G-ood on ya for being here. Now that we're all here, lets get the hell out of this place before we have a reunion with our animals. Got a group heading off to the sewers, or we could try somewhere else. maybe the docks, or, um....""

Really, he just wanted to go somewhere that wasn't here. He had been doing a brilliant job of ignoring the bloodied corpses around him so far, but he really wanted an out.





((OOC: Gotta go now, wont be able to post until 5-6am -ish x.x; Can Barry follow you guys around? Feel free to do whatever <3))

September laughed, and the sound felt foreign and helplessly relieved. They were still in danger - god, they were on an island full of dangerous monsters. But Tobias was here, and that was all he could ask for at this moment.

"We really need to out of here," He whispered, and it was obvious he wasn't just talking about the center. He was talking about the island. The ticking time bomb. He raked his hand up into Tobias's hair gently. "I think this place crossed a line with the c-corpses and all. And I think I like you a bit too much for us to become d-dragon bait."

He buried his face into the others collarbone for a long moment. They were about to throw themselves back into the mayhem again, and he was going to take as much as he could in their short amount of time in the calm before the storm.

The question threw him for a moment, and he shuddered, the panic lapsing into his mind again before he shook it away, impossible curls twisting even further out of control. "I - don't know. Everything shut down. Our cellphones won't work. I think - " He closed his eyes, willing his voice not to shake. "I think all of the creatures are loose too."

He leaned forward, kissing the corner of the others mouth. "Everything's gone to hell."

He laughed quietly at Barry's words. "Sorry - yeah. Where should we go? I don't exactly trust the sewers. What the hell do you think is down there with everything up here already?" September shook, trying to ignore the corpses decorating the entire center around them.

He wasn't exactly sure he could do it for much longer.