[Backdated RL with Crocker and Kefka]

[hippie_hacker]

Langly wasn't too worried about using their headquarters as a meeting place. The guys were out for a while, dealing with personal issues they wanted to clear up. It was the first place he could think that would be safe. He just wanted to make sure Crocker was alright can calmed down before they could let him return to his world.

Granted, he wasn't happy with what Crocker had done, he couldn't just ignore him either. He viewed Crocker as a friend and respected his quest for the truth. It forced him to rely on someone he didn't know and probably wouldn't have trusted right away.

They always said he was the more brash one of the Lone Gunmen. His downfall was that he cared about the people he came to know. While Crocker was asleep, he worked on taking off the straight jacket he was wrapped in.

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[crackpotcrocker.livejournal.com]

Denzel was zoned out, thinking about Older Albus and their happy moments, until he snapped back, "Huh?!" Pause, as he looks at Langly's crossed arms, "Maybe I should lie down..."

[sandinmyboots]

"Go lie down, Crocker. I'll get you whatever you need."

Kefka rocks off the chair and onto his feet, bowing with grandiose gestures.

[hippie_hacker]

"Just go and rest. I wouldn't worry about anything right now. You can have my bed. The couch isn't the best thing to sleep on."

Langly went off to go prepare the bed and a returned a few minutes later. He steered Crocker to the bed room, before he could object to it.

{ooc: this a good place to stop?}

[crackpotcrocker]

(OOC: If you want too)

"The couch really is -" Denzel felt his body being pushed around like a limp rag and truthfully his mind was rather too distorted more then usual to fight back.