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[ WHAT DO YOU SEEK, WANDERER? (Hiya! Hope you have a great day and evening!) ]

“not a lot. i don’t consider myself, you know, a very high-maintenance mutant.” it was so nice when he had a witty remark on the tip of his tongue. maybe it’d prevent anything from happening.

"Damn, Don. You always bring me to the /nicest/ joints."

Miami Vice | Not Accepting!

“well, you know, i try. if i don’t, who will, you know? i mean...” at this point, don clammed up for a few moments, reassessing the area. yes, everything looked clear, clear as day, but that didn’t mean he was about to let his guard down.

( and he knew he had to stop talking for a few moments. he was getting to sound a bit ridiculous at this point. )

after a few moments of silence, he allowed his shoulders to relax as he turned back to nat. “...better an empty warehouse than a crowded bar or something, right? there’s bound to be dna samples here.”

ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ... ᴜsᴇʀ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ... sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.ᴇxᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ...ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ @condomglitter​

“okay, so, i was thinking about that time you turned my face pink, and----this is actually a good idea, listen, do you think...” one of don’s hands was gesturing as he spoke, words quick, his train of thought more like a monorail on the perfect day. “...do you think we can capture something like it, and, you know, put it in a container? just, you know, for marking purposes!”

ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ... ᴜsᴇʀ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ... sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.ᴇxᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ...ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ @ironbloodcd ...ᴍᴜsᴇ: ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ...

“there’s no way i’d run into an unpickable door in THIS shack.” god, the place looked like it’d been abandoned for months, not even counting the smell of varying types of plants lingering around the place. a set of lockpick tools sat beside him, with his latest one (   a bobby pin, because desperate times call for desperate measures   ) also being a bust.

finally, he moved to retrieve his first tool again, a huff escaping. “there’s no such thing as an unpickable lock, unless it’s electric...”

"What do you seek, wanderer?"

“at this point? i wish i knew.” his pen tapped ( once, twice, thrice ) against the notepad, before he sighed. well, it was caught within a groan, too, but there was still an obvious sigh about it. couldn’t have one without the other, so it seemed.

when he finally glanced over at natalie, he set both the pen and the notepad on the table. “i’m going in circles at this point. there’s something missing, some function that i can’t crack, and it’s driving me up a wall.” another groan. “god, i want to go to whoever brought that soulmate gene and punch them.”

@tcmpcd / x

“stupid, stupid, STUPID gauntlet, i swear i had those coordinates right when i set this thing...” well, at least he was above ground, but ---- perched on the branch of a tree wasn’t the most ideal of ways to end up in a world.

it took a drop for him to get off of it, but it was more inconvenient than anything else. seriously, dropping his bo staff on top of that? embarrassing. hopefully nobody saw that.