Colt picked up a carton of milk last. He had been trying to wean the twins off baby formula and onto normal milk, as they were already thirteen months old. All the parenting message boards suggested mixing formula and milk together in order to ease the transition.
He made his way to check-out. The clerk commented on him wearing sunglasses indoors, and Colt ignored him. As he exited the building, a brisk afternoon wind caught him across the face, and he pulled up his coat’s tall collar. He started walking to his motel.
The city of Delroy was not known for its impeccable weather, and the past few days had only furthered its reputation for gray, drizzling skies. Colt had come to this coastal town in hopes of finding someone who would sneak him out of the country via watercraft. So far, he had found no prospects.
Trying to get out of the country had been one problem after another. With the bounty on his head, keeping his identity a secret was almost impossible; whenever he brought out the two infants, all attempts at secrecy flew out the window. And at that point, the people whom he had approached would either refuse to help him or try to take the bounty for themselves.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the recent chaos in the capital had only made border patrols even stricter. Colt was starting to wonder if he would have to just stow away on a freighter or some such thing. Certainly, if he had been by himself, he would have done that already.
He reached the edge of the alley that led into the motel’s rear parking lot and stopped. He peeked out from behind the corner’s black-and-red brick, checking the area. Caution had kept him alive these past three weeks, and he wasn’t about to forget it.
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Bad move, Colt. Sunglasses while indoor are going to make people suspicious of you, and check you twice. You want to be the fly on the wall, not a guy wearing a neon sticker on his forehead on a crowd of mimes.
ReplyDeleteNo way. He should be doing it even more. He should have sunglasses on top of his sunglasses. And the babies should have sunglasses and hoodies and maybe little signs around their necks that say, "Stop staring and fuck off."
DeleteSomeone needs to make fanart of this xDDD
DeleteHaha.
DeleteWear a shirt that says "Too cool to see" no one will give it a second thought.
DeleteTry to guess who is waiting at the motel.
ReplyDeleteI say Geoffrey.
Geoffrey may have stopped at another zoo, pet store, or other location to get a new dangerous animal puppet to have killed shortly after.
DeleteThis should be used like Hector loosing or crashing/wrecking motorcycles.
If Hector looses his third motorcycle it will bean official running gag.
If you count humans Geoffrey was in running gag by the end of his first fight with Hector.
I think stow away should be two words in this case. You are a stowaway when you stow away.
ReplyDeleteYou are correct, thank you. Fixed.
DeleteIt's only been 3 weeks since Colt left Hector?!
ReplyDeleteFuck, I really don't want Colt to die when he has his twins...
According to Discworld, if you don't want people to remember your face, grow or apply one bizarre feature that will be the only thing people remember. Spectacular ear hair works well.
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