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Dib hadn't been feeling himself as of late. Nothing really could have accounted for it, either. It had been weeks, almost a month since his last investigation into something even remotely malevolent, he couldn't get ill - at least not for long - and if it wasn't for the distinct possibility of it being simple allergies, Dib would have been more suspicious of what was happening.

He scratched an itch on his upper arm, blaming allergies or a rash on it as he took a shower, and tried to ignore the fact that lately, his moods had been in a negative slump. He'd tried really damn hard to keep it from others though. He wasn't the type to get short with people for any reason, but lately, he'd been feeling himself more quick to annoy, quick to straight up anger.

It was bizarre, but not read into it bizarre. He thought about Gaz, and how she was always this way, and attributed it to genetics, rather than something malevolent.

After drying himself off and getting dressed, he walked to Sollux's apartment next door and slipped in, settling down beside Sollux.

"Hey look, I'm gonna probably be gone for a couple weeks coming up here."

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Sollux just sighed and laid the other hand against the side of Dib's head, bending just enough to be able to butt his forehead against the other's.

"I think I would rather be the one to do it regardleth, becauthe I do care," he said quietly, keeping an eye on Dib's eyes and expressions, just so he'd know when a more obvious shift was coming. "Yeah, it might fuck me up for a while, but it'd altho be to an ultimately good end. We'll jutht have to hope that it doethn't happen before I've built up a little mental fortitude, that'th all."

Dib frowned and put his good arm around Sollux's shoulders, pressing a kiss to Sollux's lips. "You're a damn idiot, but that's ok. We both are. Listen, there's two things this could possibly be. Parasitic, or demonic. It's highly likely it's both. There's a guy in town that has an encyclopedic knowledge of fucked up wacky stuff. If he doesn't know offhand, it's possible that his library has something related to it. If I can't go there on my own - he probably won't let me in like this, anyway - I need you to talk to him for me. His name is Bill, he runs the coffee shop that Dave and Karkat work. His number's in my phone." He was about to say more but he got cut off with a wince and then a dark, quiet chuckle. "But don't bet on getting anything out of it."

Sollux' eyes narrowed again at that laugh, but he simply stored the information away for later reference. He nodded though; he'd heard mention of Bill a couple of times from Dave and Karkat in those few occasions that he actually went out of his way to chat with them. They hadn't really changed much since they'd all been together in another reality, save to calm down and grow up a little. But all of them had, it was only to be expected. He wondered briefly what Dib had been like as a child, with the mortal stupidity he'd claimed to have dealt with throughout his life before the game.

He shook his head and focused back on the problem at hand, namely that of his boyfriend having become possessed by...something.

"I'd like you to come with me if I do end up going to thee him," Sollux stated pointedly, looking Dib in the face. He didn't know shit about this sort of thing outside of what he actually absorbed from listening to Dib talk almost nonstop when he got into an inquisitive mood. "Having thome backup might be a good idea, y'know?"

"Futile," was all the response that Sollux got from Dib, which was punctuated with another chuckle that was certainly nothing Dib had ever given. It was still his voice, certainly, but it sounded as though his vocal cords were being used in a way that they weren't used to being used, by somebody who had no idea how to work them. He slipped away from Sollux and the spikes on his arms grew longer and wider, more capable of damage.

"I'm not going to help you."

Sollux' lip curled up as he watched the skin splitting and the spikes growing out of his boyfriend's arms, making him look like some kind of comic book monster. Psionic sparks crawled down his arms as he prepared to pin Dib's body down until the thing piloting him calmed down.

"I have no intention of taking you anywhere," he muttered at the entity, then moved forward and put his hands on Dib's face, looking him in the eye. "I don't want to leave you alone if I go out, Dib. You better kick thith thing for a little while tho we can thee Bill."

Edited 2014-07-13 08:13 (UTC)