[PUNCH CLOCK ANIMAL] ASHTRAY

[skinstealer]

Bazil's panting, his fist still crackling. 
 

BAZIL: That's enough. Any more and I'd kill him.

BAZIL: As much as I wanna see this guy burn, you gave up your fucking arm for that, and the idea of this guy being monitored for the rest of his life until he's a fucking saint sounds like pretty good justice to me.
BUCKET: You really think so?

 
They can't help but smile, albeit a very tired one.
 

 

BAZIL: Yeah. I do.
BAZIL: Besides, Chelsea's bothering the hell out of me to get back in. 
BAZIL: And I don't want to be around for whatever gross shit you two get up to. Eugh.
BUCKET:  Fair enough. Would you ever consider meeting again when things are calmer?
BAZIL: ...maybe. We'll see.

  

 
They offer their hand. 
 

BUCKET: We'll see. I'm glad to have met you either way and I wish you nothing but the best.

  

 
He hesitates before taking it, giving it a proper shake. 
 

BAZIL: Don't fuck things up for us.
BUCKET: I won't.

  
He drops their hand unceremoniously, seeming to lose focus for a moment or two before shaking it off.
 

 

CHELSEA: ...ugh.
CHELSEA: Hand feels all tingly.
BUCKET: Is everything alright?
CHELSEA: Yeah, just...hate when he uses magic like that.
CHELSEA: I don't like it period, but the body always feels all weird after using a different type...

  
She staggers a bit, reaching out to lean on them. 
 

CHELSEA: Let's go inside. Please.
BUCKET: Of course. 

 


The dog shoulders her back toward their room, the pair keeping close to each other. 

The door closes behind them, leaving Matthias alone on the pavement.