[ -- in response to the bit about marathon sex, before things get a little too out of hand. It's almost enough to distract Robert from the task at hand, which is finding his boyfr-- his friend, but then as he's walking through the brush he hears a terrible sounding cry and tenses up all over.
There's only two things that could be. Craig or the Dover Ghost. Either one means he has to find Craig immediately or things are going to get real bad real quick. Robert takes a breath and squares up before starting to stomp through the woods with more determination, flashlight sweeping over the area around him as he goes. ]
was that you yelling?? what happened??? craig wtf??? i'm coming for you just wait right there idc what you were trying to do for me anymore i care that you're safe so just wait
[ And frantic texts sent off, Robert is going to put his phone back in his pocket and start at a light jog through the woods, flashlight aggressively sweeping the area as he goes. He knows he's close now to where they were that time but now the sun is fully down and that's not great. He swears under his breath, picking up his pace before -- there.
He spots a flash of familiar blue and starts heading straight for it, calling out as he goes. ]
Craig? Craig!
[ When he gets closer, he can finally see that it's Craig, sitting against the base of a tree and looking crummy. It's a little strange seeing someone who is usually so upbeat look so down and Robert feels a pang of guilt in his chest for not getting here right away.
He's going to rush over, skidding to a halt in the dirt and dropping to his knees in front of Craig, hands frantically reaching out to touch him just to see if he's okay. His fingers are gentle on Craig's cheek as he looks him over, expression the picture of worry. ]
Hey, hey, Craig. I'm here, are you okay? I was so worried, baby.
[ Two 'baby's in a row! And Robert didn't even notice them. Look, that's just how worried he was. ]
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[ -- in response to the bit about marathon sex, before things get a little too out of hand. It's almost enough to distract Robert from the task at hand, which is finding his boyfr-- his friend, but then as he's walking through the brush he hears a terrible sounding cry and tenses up all over.
There's only two things that could be. Craig or the Dover Ghost. Either one means he has to find Craig immediately or things are going to get real bad real quick. Robert takes a breath and squares up before starting to stomp through the woods with more determination, flashlight sweeping over the area around him as he goes. ]
was that you yelling??
what happened??? craig wtf???
i'm coming for you
just wait right there
idc what you were trying to do for me anymore
i care that you're safe
so just
wait
[ And frantic texts sent off, Robert is going to put his phone back in his pocket and start at a light jog through the woods, flashlight aggressively sweeping the area as he goes. He knows he's close now to where they were that time but now the sun is fully down and that's not great. He swears under his breath, picking up his pace before -- there.
He spots a flash of familiar blue and starts heading straight for it, calling out as he goes. ]
Craig? Craig!
[ When he gets closer, he can finally see that it's Craig, sitting against the base of a tree and looking crummy. It's a little strange seeing someone who is usually so upbeat look so down and Robert feels a pang of guilt in his chest for not getting here right away.
He's going to rush over, skidding to a halt in the dirt and dropping to his knees in front of Craig, hands frantically reaching out to touch him just to see if he's okay. His fingers are gentle on Craig's cheek as he looks him over, expression the picture of worry. ]
Hey, hey, Craig. I'm here, are you okay? I was so worried, baby.
[ Two 'baby's in a row! And Robert didn't even notice them. Look, that's just how worried he was. ]